#and I probably forgot something important or worded something wrong but oh well.

[itsalwaysdark]

loveee when a character is crushed under the weight of someone elses expectations for them love when a character dedicates their entire life to something they never even wanted for themself love when the only reason a character keeps going is because theyre Supposed to and bc theyre supposed to make another person happy/proud. YES !!! CLAPPING !!! YES !!!!!!!!

[ebsmind]

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 ❀ armando aretas x fem!reader

summary: no one ever said love was easy. good thing you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon even through rough patches.

word count: 2.9k

warning(s): angst!, fighting (verbally not physically), smut (mdni), oral (fem receiving), fab!reader, readers height being mentioned (she’s 5’2), reader has armando wrapped around her damn finger, ummmm probably abandonment but like for only two days 😭, soft!armando, mention of rafe x reader, not 100% proofread

a/n: okay woooo this is the first imagine i’ve written in a minute (if you remember my hockey days ily) i hope this is good and can meet to yalls standards! i had fun writing this and ik it took me like over a week but i really didn’t know what i wanted to do with the plot lol. anyways please send me any feedback and if there’s any spelling mistakes or anything feel free to lmk! this was also my first time ever writing in depth smut so i hope it’s somewhat good 💃🏻 also reblogs are highly encouraged! they help me out sm!

oh! i almost forgot too, i didn’t mention it in here bc it’s not that important to me but i thought id share anyways! i see the reader knowing the AMMO team but she has a different job (id say in hospitality or something with medical knowledge) it doesn’t really matter tho since it’s what i envisioned but i just wanted yall to see where my head is at! okay im going now bye! and enjoy 💋

“we were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work. remember how i said i’d die for you?”

The weather in Miami the past week has been bipolar. For it being the middle of September, it was chilly. Something felt off, almost like Mother Nature was reaching out. The rain had just finished pouring, and Armando wasn’t due to be home until another hour. So, when the younger girl heard the lock to the front door turn, she was surprised. He wasn’t one to leave early if anything, he loved working overtime. He always gave the excuse of 'wanting to be the main provider'. When he walks in, he sets his jacket on the coat hanger and doesn’t say a word. Weird.

“Hey you’re home early, what happened?” She stays calm. Something seems off with the 5’10 man and she doesn’t want to upset him even more.

He sets the keys on the dining table rather than the coffee table in the middle of the living room. He scurries off to their shared bedroom. She sighs and takes it as a hint to get off the couch and follow after him. Her mind runs wild on what could possibly be bothering him. Did Marcus find some way to piss him off? Did a raid go wrong? Did she do something wrong? There were so many possibilities of what could’ve gone wrong.

She walks into the bedroom cautiously and makes a B-line to the restroom. Armando had a routine when he came home from work. Put the keys in the bowl on the coffee table, find his girl, give her a kiss and hug, talk about both of their days and finally, hop in the shower. A sense of stability in his life made him feel somewhat relaxed and gave him a reason to never leave. He almost felt normal. Normal was a funny word considering he used to be in the cartel.

She knew the domesticated part of their relationship scared him and it did the same to her. Most nights she’d stay up thinking about if he was going to get up and leave one day. It wasn’t good for her and she knew it too.

She leans against the door frame and watches him get into the shower. He doesn’t seem to notice, he’s in his head and it’s bothering him. Armando didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve but she knew him well enough to know when he was in his head. Being in a romantic relationship with someone with an avoidant attachment style wasn’t easy but she needed to be patient. Some days were harder than others though, and she felt it in her bones that today was going to be a bad day.

She mentally prepares herself by taking a deep breath. She starts by saying, “Armando you’ve got to talk to me.” She uses his full name, no pet names, wanting him to know she’s being serious.

“We will when I get out.” He raises his voice, not enough for it to be considered yelling but just enough to get the point across that he isn’t in the mood.

She doesn’t respond, he needs time to gather his thoughts. She exits the bathroom and makes her way back to the living room. She picks up a book before finally making contact with the soft fabric of the couch. She needs something to distract herself with. About 15 minutes later, Armando walks into the room. She lets him soak in the silence, maybe he’ll get the memo to finally speak up without her having to tell him. To the contrary, he doesn’t.

Taking a deep breath she starts with, “I’m not in the mood to play a guessing game,” She pauses to look him in the eyes, “So please just talk to me and tell me what’s wrong.”

He keeps his eyes locked on her. He knows she’s irritated and wants to get this over with.

“And if I don’t want to talk?”

She scoffs, “You do realize we have to talk about it sooner or later, right? I don’t feel like doing this Armando, so please just tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“What if we don’t have to do this?”

Bamboozled, she questions him, “the fuck you mean by ‘what if we don’t have to do this’ ?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore Y/N.”

His confession makes the poor girl's heart fall to her stomach. She can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. Their relationship was a tricky one, just like any other. She’s seen her parents go through rough patches before for fucks sake, there’s no way he’s leaving without an explanation. Patience is running real slow between the two and the tension in the room feels foggy.

“Remember when I told you I loved you for the first time? Remember when I told you I’d take a fucking bullet for you? Hmm?”

Armando doesn’t respond. Typical. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the young couple to fight, shit happens. But Armando’s cold demeanor is what was out of place.

She was his safe place and he knew it. She made it very clear when they started seeing each other that he couldn’t run away. Not from his feelings and most certainly not her. So for him to put up those walls that they desperately worked hard to keep down, was upsetting. To say the least.

With the tensions high between the pair, the girl took a much-awaited deep breath and spoke.

“My love for you is unconditional. I hope you remember that.”

Armando looks away and walks out the front door.

“they all warned us about times like this, they say the road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith. blind faith.”

The mirrors in the bathroom are fogged up due to the boiling-hot water coming out of the shower head. It had been two days since Armando stormed out of the apartment and Y/N was fed up, to say the least.

Armando’s behavior has never gotten that bad. With the way Isabel raised him, it was expected to be rough but he had been doing good, for her. Everything he did, he reminded himself that it was for the both of them. He loved her just as much as she loved him. She fell first but he fell harder.

Armando never thought he would fall in love, but he did. In the middle of a stakeout, he spotted the girl walking out of a cafè. He remembers the dress she wore, it was white, and long, with yellow flowers. It screamed innocence and he loved it.

A week later he found himself following her around. He wasn’t due to go back to Mexico City for another week and he already finished the job so why not kill some time?

Two days before his departure from Miami he found himself in her apartment with his head between her thighs. He never wanted to leave but he couldn’t let anyone find out about you two. The good thing is, Armando was an excellent liar and no one ever discovered his dirty little secret.

Once she gets out of the shower, she waits no time to yell out her lover's name.

“Armando?” She pauses and there’s no answer.

Her heart breaks just a little more. With the ache in her chest, she decides to call the one person who might know where Armando is, Mike.

Mike was someone Y/N found comfort in, especially when it came to Armando. She knew their relationship was tricky, but he cared about his son and so did she.

Mike picks up at the 5th ring. He knew she only called when it was an emergency.

“Talk to me. What happened?” Mike doesn’t need to ask how she’s doing, if anything he’ll do it after but he needed to know what in the hell his son did now.

Mike’s voice brought the girl to tears. She felt at ease knowing that Mike was always willing to help her in a time of need.

She sniffles before speaking, “Oh Mike, it’s been two days since I’ve last seen him. He came home Tuesday night without saying a word and left right after showering. I tried to get him to talk but he wouldn’t budge. I’m really worried he hasn’t done this in so long, I don’t know what happened.” She says it all in one breath, and by the time she is done speaking, she’s panting. Mike pauses before replying to the anxious girl.

“I’ll call Dorn and Kelly to see if he’s been staying with them but he’s been going to work. I knew something was up when he refused to talk to anyone.”

“Thank you, Mike, I appreciate you so much.”

“Of course, but Imma need you to remember that when shit hits the fan never give up. You hear me? Never give up, especially with Armando.”

Mike hangs up after speaking and leaves Y/N to wallow in her thoughts. She understood Mike was a busy man and had a separate life so she didn’t take it to heart but it hurt knowing that she was all alone again.

“but we can patch it up good, make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you.”

Mike called Y/N back two hours later saying that Armando was on his way home. The girl couldn’t tell if she was happy that he was okay or enraged that he didn’t have the balls to come home without someone having to tell him too. Armando would just have to come home to see the answer to that.

The young woman was frightened, not knowing if this was going to end in a raging verbal war or if everything was going to return to normal. She didn’t want to lose Armando, like she said earlier, she loved him unconditionally.

To kill time, she decided it was best to bake her favorite sweets, chocolate chip cookies. She makes her way to the kitchen to prep the batter. When she goes to preheat the oven, she hears the front door unlock. Armando’s home.

Even after almost two years of being together, he still made her heart race and the butterflies in her stomach never seem to have left.

He walks in and spots her in the kitchen, her back is facing him. He can tell she’s waiting for him to make the first move.

“I’m home.” He closes the front door and locks it, his eyes never leaving her back.

She looks to the right and over her shoulder, “It took you long enough. Where were you?”

“I stayed with Dorn and Kelly. I’m fine Y/N.”

She takes a deep breath and mentally reminds herself that she can’t blow up on him, even though he deserves it. She opens her mouth but nothing comes out. There’s nothing else for her to say, he messed up badly and he needed to be the one to fix this.

“Baby look, lo siento, I do. I don’t know what happened. One second I was okay and then Rita said something and I just got angry. I needed some time to think. I needed space.” He makes his way to the kitchen island, he’s now 5 feet away from Y/N. He yearns for her touch. The last couple of days were hard and all he wanted was a hug from his girl, but he knew he wasn’t getting that.

The oven beeps, cutting off Y/N’s train of thought. She grabs the metal tray filled with cookies and gently puts them into the oven. She turns and is faced with Armando. She takes notice of what he’s wearing. It’s a different outfit, she knew for a fact that he came when she was gone for work. He had left with nothing but his keys on Tuesday and Dorn’s clothes wouldn’t have fit Armando. That man was 6’2 for Christ's sake.

“I didn’t expect you to become a coward and just leave without saying a word but here we are.” Armando could feel the heat radiating off of the 5’2 woman. She may be small but she was frightening when she was angry.

Armando grips the counter, hard, he takes a deep breath before answering the girl.

“I know I fucked up but I just needed space.” She scoffs at his statement.

“Needed space from what exactly?” She manages to huff out. She’s fed up and Armando knows it. One wrong move and he’s a dead man.

“Rafe wouldn’t shut up, okay! He kept talking about you like you were just some piece of meat.! I couldn’t take it! I get that you guys dated but fuck!” Armando's grip on the counter is lethal and his knuckles are practically white.

“Armando Aretas are you jealous?”

“No.”

She smiles and gets a glare in return from her lover. Oh, she was going to have a field day with this.

Before Armando came into the picture Y/N had dated Rafe for about 4 months. It wasn’t anything serious, but if you were to ask her what she thought of Rafe, she’d tell you he was a piece of shit.

“Well I think you’re jealous,” she wasn’t letting it go, “and I think it’s hot but you need to remember that Rafe can be a douchebag.” She makes her way over to Armando and pulls him in for a hug.

“Just next time please don’t leave without saying a word and you have to communicate with me.” She looks up at him with her doe eyes while speaking.

“I promise it won’t happen again. I love you, baby.”

“Religion’s in your lips even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship, we might just get away with it, the altar is my hips even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship this love.”

Without a second to waste Armando sweeps the girl into a passionate kiss. He’s hungry and seeing Kelly and Dorn together really made him miss his girl.

He brings his hands down her body and rests them on her hips. He deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue into her mouth. As much as she wants to fight for it, she knows it’s his turn to take care of her, so she gives in. She runs her hand up to the back of his neck, rests it there, and occasionally plays with the hairs at the base of Armando’s neck. She was the first to pull away, she needed to catch a quick breath before being able to continue. Armando uses this moment to speak.

"Let me take care of you cariño."

Not even a second later, the younger woman lets him devour her like she's his last meal. He maneuvers them to the dining room, grabs her hips, and lifts her onto the table in one swift movement. She lets out a soft gasp when he makes contact with her neck. His teeth sink into the soft skin on the left side of her neck. It hurt, but not enough to cry about it. He soothes the small ache by running his tongue over the semi-red spot. She reacts by putting her hand on the back of his neck, never wanting him to stop. He has her panting, softly. The sounds go straight down into his pants. He chooses to ignore it, he's focusing on her.

He detaches himself from her neck to pull off the oversized tee she's wearing. He throws it to the floor. When he looks at her chest he notices the lacy fabric that hugs her breasts.

He lowers himself to where his lips rest right above her ear and whispers, "You drive me fucking crazy, baby."

Armando kneels in front of her and then proceeds to get a hold of her right leg. Before he continues, he looks up at her. God, he looked so fucking hot. His pupils were enflamed and filled with lust.

He starts to kiss his way up her leg, starting at her ankle, and right when he gets to her inner thing, she lets out a soft gasp. She's got him right where she wants him to be. Armando's right-hand grips the waistband of her black athletic shorts, signaling he wants them off. She lifts her hips and lets him do the rest. Armando takes off both her shorts and panties in one go. He was a tease, but not tonight.

He puts his hands on her hips and guides them to the edge of the table. He has full access and without a second left to spare his mouth makes contact with her folds. She shrieks, then it gets repressed into a moan when he finds her clit. He's lapping at her folds but it's not enough, she needs more.

"More, baby, I need more."

He wastes no time and inserts his ring and middle finger into her seeping wet cunt. Her moans are getting louder, and he fucking loves it. He continues by licking her clit, and her orgasm starts to finally peak.

"Oh fuck, yes, right there." She manages to speak through her moans.

Her right-hand finds its way to his dark brown hair, and she takes a fistful of it, not caring if it hurts him or not. He deserved it, after all, he left her alone for two days. She's close to her orgasm and he can feel it. His mouth makes its way to her clit and about 25 seconds later, she's coming undone.

Her sight fades to black and all she can see are stars. Once the image of them fades away, she looks down at Armando, he's licking her clean. She jerks away, from still being sensitive, but his hands immediately find their way to her hips to keep her in place. Not a drop of cum is going to waste. When he’s done he stands and removes his shirt. Y/N's hands go straight to his jeans, the outline of his cock doesn’t go unnoticed, but before she can get the zipper down the oven beeps. Both of their heads turn in the direction of the kitchen and the girls eyes widen in realization.

“What the fu-,”

"Oh my god, the cookies!"

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[idontcare4urmom]

wrong || matt sturniolo

stepbrother!matt x fem!reader

summary: where your dad found a new woman on his life after one year of your mom's death,so you are forced to live all together after a lot of pressure,but what you didn't know yet is that her son is a total temping being that will send you over the edge..in many ways.

warnings: smuttt,unprotected sex,not proofread,porn with plot,dirty talk,eating out,pet-names,suggestive,scratching,tits sucking,etc.

a/n: my first language is not English,this sure has some grammar or other errors so i am sorry<3

."🎀".

"what the fuck you mean we have to move in with her?" you were basically shouting on your dad,and you weren't sure if you were more annoyed at the fact that he had moved on so far already or cause he didn't even cared to ask you if you acknowledge with it.

"i told you too many times that this is a very big and important step to me honey,besides her place is absolutely flawless,you will love it" his words only made you angrier,but you decided not to push it anymore since you knew deep down it would be waste of time,he had made his decision.

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the days passed quickly,and you found yourself holding your suitcase in front of a captivating building that would change a part of your life for many years,at least your dad did not lie,it was trully more than luxurious,so with a deep sigh you walked until the doorway with him,your anxious levels on high.

after a few knocks the door opened to reveal a surprisingly tall,appealing woman standing there,with brunette silky highlights and a pretty good enough shaped body,the sight made you furrow although you could tell why your father had fallen for her.you were caught off guard when you were the one she even pulled into an embrace first and seemed in general eager to meet you.

"oh sweetie your dad has told me many things about you,i am Lana,come in,come in" you didn't had much time to process because she was pushing your hand gently inside,your eyes widening as you took in the house with your eyes,it was for sure bringing vibes of a cozy,modern place.

you didn't want to be in your normal pissy mood for the reason that she was treating you politely for now,so you made a small comment "wow,the decoration is really nice"

"oh thank you,i want you to be comfortable and feel welcomed here,you can go check the guest room that will be your own,is down the hall,if you need any help just call out my name" you nodded a little and began making your way towards the apparently new space you will probably spend most of the day at.

but,without realizing a sudden unrecognized human figure appeared in front of you while making it's way to another room,making you leave a small yelp from your lips "who are you?"

the blye eyed boy raised an eyebrow once he heard the question,letting a sarcastic laugh as he spoke "very ironic for someone to ask when they are the one in my house" oh? well he had sure attitude for the few seconds you had met him. you were about to say something in response even so he continued, a sheepish grin forming on his lips when he examined your presence through his dark eyelashes "wait..you must be my stepsister"

"huh?" was the only word you could express,you were incredibly confused--who was he? "i am Lana's son, Matt,no one informed you about me?" it was like he was able to read your thoughts,it only creeped you out more.

"no..my father must forgot to announce your existence to me" the words snarked out of your tongue as you were trying hard to act sassy,but for a disguise,cause shit the more you were observeting him the more perfect he got.

he had the necessary amount of beard to sense in case he ever trailed kisses down your body,his blue orbs seemed like they could stare deep into your soul yet in a enjoyable way,and hell those fingers were too distracting for no reason,especially with those silver rings that were practically begging for attention.just any of his facial features were ideal--however you weren't supposed to fall for him,it would be wrong.

you snapped out of your thoughts when there was a sound of a familiar voice snapping across the end of the hall,approaching the both of you excitedly,even though she was addresing specifically to you "i see you guys met,sorry darlin' i forgot to have a quick chat with you about that i have a kid..anyway he may be a pain sometimes but i am sure you will get along well with him"

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two weeks have passed,and she was completely wrong.every day the urge of smashing a bottle on top of his head is only increasing,he would suddenly barg into your bedroom searching for his own belongings,asserting that he often lost things by accident since he is being here from time to time--why? his set-up pc is on your area for years now.

despite that,his own bedroom is just a few steps away from yours,you have been struggling with sleeping peacefully cause he would blast music on his speaker at 2-3 am,you are almost confirmed that he must be doing it on purpose--and it doesn't end here,there is worse.

you are aware of a guy having 'needs' so the occasional echo of moaning could be heard to you from the thin paper walls,you swear that it's music to your ears and you feel like your mind is sabotaging you.he is annoying,that though didn't stopped you from having a weird desire rising in you for him,a pang on your chest with guilt for possessing the most unholy fantasizes whenever he would roam around in just a pair of sweatpants.

with all this being said,you produced a baffling bond with Matt,signs showing that he is on the same page as you,which leads you to today.laying down on your bed with your phone on your hands,stressfully ignoring his presence a few meters away.him entirely concentrated on his screen computer playing--God knows what--video games,with the controller on his hands.the silense more than unbearable.

you were determined to prove to yourself that maybe you can spend some time with him,you took advantage of him not wearing any headphones and lightly tapped his shoulder,pointing towards the black console afterwards "can i try?" you anticipated for his response,silently hoping that he doesn't mind.

Matt was kind of surpised by your request,nevertheless he had finished the round so he nodded "umh..sure" he slid off from the gaming chair while handing you the controller,your fingers barely brushing with his yet enough to make your head spinning.

you rested your body on the mesh fabric as he sat on the bed,and with a glance of the buttons you were clueless of the task in hand,not having any idea on how to participate in the online game.luckily,he noticed the confused look written on your face so he came next to you and started to make a fast learning lesson,

he taught you how to jump,how to run,how to kill,and other features you require to have in case of a proper match.as he did so,you caught him taking a few glimpses of your chest--it's not like he could help it,your crop top was exposing a certain amount of your cleavage,making it hard for him to focus.

a devilish smile curled to your face when you noticed,feeling bold enough to adjust down the shirt such as leaving only your breasts covered--matt could feel his heart beat raising,the temperature of the room turning thick once he stopped talking.

"can you show me how to jump again? i don't think i get it" you spoke,a hint of suggestiveness leaking from your tone--and he didn't want more than just to devour you right there, your father and his mother had left for shopping,so you were both totally alone which sent shivers down your back,

the tension bloomed into a insufferable feeling between the two of you,causing your breath to hitch around your throat,especially when you felt his fingers starting to touch yours fully in attempt to answer your previous 'request'.a hushed gasp breaking out from you when there was a unexpected hand gesture tracing your thigh in a agonizingly pace--screw this.

with a smooth shift of your face and waist you palmed his cheeks,bringing his lips to yours into a fiery dance.he didn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth,impatiently exploring your taste before nipping down your bottom lip,eliciting a moan from you that get's shallowed against him,

the sound you made vibrated through matt's whole body,landing directly straight to his core and he could feel his jeans growing tight around his crotch,he didn't ever remembered himself getting hard from just a making out session--he craved more,he needed more,and so did you.

his hands started travelling their way to your stomach,crawling upwards until he squeezed your nipples over the fabric of your top and reaching to lift it up, "is this okay?" you nodded desperately at the question,he didn't wasted time by taking it off over your head,unclasping with one motion your bra afterwards to shower your bare chest with open-mouthed kisses,

your hums of approval soon turned into whimpers when he wrapped his mouth on the flesh of your left breast,swirling his tongue around it while his hand pinched the other between his free fingers,he repeated his actions by giving the same treatment to your right one after.

with a loud pop he pulled away,slowly reaching under the gaming chair so he is on his knees,his eye pupils half-lidded and fluttering over your face before he yanks off your shorts with panties,exposing your already wet dripping pussy to his hungry gaze,

"fuck you are soaked,how long have you been dreaming this? have you been waiting for me to finally pleasure you sweetheart?" you could him mutter cooing through gritted teeth,licking at your thighs in a intractable speed as he itches towards the arching spot in between your legs,lavishing his attention there as he made a long stripe up on your clit,making you buck your hips against his face shamelessly,

your nails found his hair,gripping and tugging on it for support,dragging a hiss from his mouth as he began to lap on your juices like you were his last meal,you started riding his face while whining pathetically,the obsence resounds filling the room as he continued to satisfy you.

his index finger rubbed your entrance,letting you shaking for more and barely hearing his gagged whispers "you taste so fucking amazing,such an intoxicating cunt",your lower abdomen started quivering into the familiar knot,reminding you of your approaching release,making you clench uncontrollably around his mouth,

"come on,finish all over face baby" matt sneered out when he sucked on robs of your pre-cum, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape in the same time you swirled your digits on his roots so his head is forced to be still there,with a long pornographic moan you erupted,spurting thick,white jets that made your legs glistening.

after pulling away he swooped you into his arms,carrying you bridal-style on the mattress of the bed,him laying down firstly before grasping your sides stronly,helping you to be on top of him as he guided your hips so you can push against his clothed erection,the sensation maddening for the both of you.

your still sensitive heat grinded back and forth,feeling his cock poking under you so your hands progress to tug the zipper of his jeans down,sliding them down along with his boxers to his ankles in a way of exposing his throbbing tip,you usually didn't liked how dicks looked but matt's was different; a needy tenderness to have it deep inside you,he adjusted with ease the head down your folds,and with no doubt you sinked down on his length.

a unbidden squeal slipped from you as he grunted repeatedly,his grunts turned into loud groans of pure filthiness as soon as you started bouncing yourself,your tight walls squelching him, sending him closer to the edge even though it hadn't passed a minute of you riding him,his back arching forward which gave you the opportunity of scratching down the skin of his behind shoulders,

"such a good girl,fucking yourself on your stepbrother's cock, such a whore f'me" his words actually made you feel pitiful yet encouraging your movements to speed up their pace,his hips thrusting up to meet yours so he can pound into your hole frequently, "c-close" you panted out,your second orgasm increasing through you as your walls clinged around him,the actions driving matt insane "going to fill you up,do you want that? do you want me to cum inside you?"

you miserably sobbed in bliss and let a ''hphm'' of approval,before you knew it matt had busted,his climax exploding extremely hard into your pussy,following suit after him with your head throwed back and stopping after a minute so you can pull yourself out of him,both of you being a panting mess,

"that was incredible" "i am never letting you to even enter my room again"

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[cressidagrey]

I breathe flames each time I talk - Chapter 1

Summary:

The story of how Oriana Fireborn Belmont finally meets her mate's family.

Also the story of how Rhysand, The High Lord of the Night Court, finally recognises that by the cauldron, there is no fury like a female scorned.

Azriel would just like everybody to get along.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing, Serious Injury

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

There weren’t many things that shocked Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. The sight of his brother, brutal bruises painting his face after what should have been a simple retrieval mission in the Winter Court… that did it. 

It had been supposed to be a meeting to exchange intelligence on whatever was currently going on with Tamlin in the Spring Court. 

Instead…it had apparently turned into…a mess . 

“I was caught in an avalanche,” Azriel said, his voice harsh. “Rhys, I told you that it probably wasn’t gonna end well. There was nobody there…and that avalanche wasn’t natural.”

Nobody but a trap waiting for Azriel.

That was the last thing that he wanted to hear. Peace in Pyrithian was hanging on by a thread, somehow seeming all the more precarious to Rhys, ever since Nyx had been born. 

Maybe it was the instinct of a young father…maybe it was something else, but he couldn’t dare to not trust them. 

And so he had wanted to keep his allies close, but the ones that kept away from it all…even closer.

“Right. And I told you that this was important,” Rhys responded just as sharply. “I’ll write to Kallias. And you should probably do something against the blood that is currently dripping on my carpet,” he said pointedly. Azriel wiped at his split lip. Rhys opened his mouth to tell Azriel to go see Madja damnit, but Azriel beat him to it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” Azriel’s voice was dripping with disdain, and Rhys opened his mouth to respond, but Azriel’s shadows were already converging onto him. 

Mother help him. 

His brother was gone, shadow travelled away, before Rhys had even dismissed him. 

He sighed as he sat back down at his desk, fingers tapping against the dark wood of it. 

There were so many moving pieces and so little time. 

And still, his mind turned towards his brother. Not Cassian, who seemed as content as Rhys had ever seen him with Nesta in the House of Wind…but Azriel . 

Azriel, who had, ever since that Solstice nearly 3 years ago, pulled back from him. Who had still not forgiven him for what Rhys had done. 

At the start, Rhys had thought that Azriel would get over himself in a few weeks. 

Azriel was infatuated with Elain. It would be a few weeks and then it all would be back to how it was before. 

Oh, but he had been so wrong. 

He had not been wrong about what he did. He hadn’t. 

Rhys had done what needed to be done.

They couldn’t afford a fucking war with Autumn and/or with Day or a blood duel that would be called because Azriel had wanted to…had decided that seducing Elain was his fucking right . 

It wasn’t, it hadn’t been, it never would be and Rhys had needed to stop that from happening. 

So he had. 

So he had ordered his brother away from Feyre’s sister. An order, not from one brother to another, but from The High Lord of the Night Court. 

Azriel had…listened. 

The question was just if the price Rhys paid for it, hadn’t been far steeper than he had realised. 

If the prize hadn’t been his brother’s…happiness. 

Azriel hadn’t rebelled against the order. 

And at the beginning…Rhys had seen that as…well, as another point in his favour. If Azriel was really in love with Elain, he would have fought against the order. Azriel hadn’t. So Azriel had been infatuated, but not in love. 

Azriel had done nothing. Azriel had stayed coldly detached. He had even attended the wedding of Elain and Lucien, nothing but sincere words for the happy couple. Not a mention of what had gone down between him and Rhys…to anybody. 

Elain was happy with Lucien. So especially now, when they were married for close to a year…when it was clear that the mating bond had worked out for them…Rhys had expected Azriel to soften. At least a little bit. 

To realise that what Rhys had done was right. To understand why he had done it. 

He had waited for that. And waited. And nothing of that sort had happened. 

Azriel hadn’t budged one inch. Maybe Rhys shouldn’t even be surprised about that. Azriel had always been…stubborn as a mule.  

Azriel did his work. Efficient as always. But Azriel only came to as many family dinners as Rhys outright ordered him to attend, and otherwise kept away from anything that was…well, personal. 

His mind, which had once been an open book to Rhys, few secrets kept between them…nowadays it was guarded. An iron wall around it, slamming down whenever Rhys wandered even just in the direction of anything that wasn’t work-related. 

Azriel kept quiet. Kept on moping after three years, regardless of how much Rhys tried to draw him out of it. 

Morrigan finding Emerie and being happy with her…Rhys had thought that maybe that would pull him out of it. But Azriel had only wished her all the happiness in the world, sincerity dripping from every word. 

He was sincerely happy for everybody around him…and kept Rhys and the rest of their family as far removed from him as he could get them. 

Rhys had tried to order him to come to dinner with Elain and Lucien, a part of his mind hoping that Azriel would finally have enough and his temper would flare, his magic would crackle and he would attack Rhys. Maybe then they would be able to clear the air. Maybe if Azriel just got pissed off at him…maybe it would be better afterwards. 

Azriel didn’t. His temper stayed even, especially for him. He sat through that dinner, even let Lucien have a few barbs at him and then even helped him, even when nobody thanked him for that. 

And then Azriel disappeared to cauldron knew where somewhere which he clearly much preferred over the presence of anybody else these days. 

That had been a few months ago. It hadn’t changed any since then. 

Cassian tried to play the mediator of sorts between them. Cassian tried. Cassian teased Azriel about a non-existent lover and Azriel took it in good humour, only shutting down the theories when they were outlandish. 

Or when it was Gwyn. 

Rhys had really thought that that…that could have worked out. 

If Azriel just gave her a chance…if he just opened himself up for the option of it…but Azriel was as stubborn as a mule. Azriel wasn’t interested, that was so very apparent when he had slipped into his brother’s mind. He liked Gwyn as a friend. But there was no attraction there. 

None whatsoever. 

And even the suggestion had been shut down by Azriel so harshly, that there was no question what he thought about this. 

None. 

Azriel had cut him out of his private life. Built a wall around it that kept Rhys out…and Rhys had no fucking idea how to bridge it anymore. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Master is coming. It was the only warning she got because then Azriel was already materialising in their kitchen. 

“ Sweetling .” It only took her seconds to take in the bruises painting his face, the blood that was dripping down his split lip…Seconds for her to fit herself under his arms, to half drag him into one of their kitchen chairs. 

It wasn’t the first time that Azriel came home to Oriana bleeding and hurt in some way. Though most of the time, it was things that she could patch up easily. She couldn’t do anything against the bruises, but she could clean out scrapes and ply him with pain potions. 

But today, his usually olive skin was nearly ashen-faced, his jaw tight as she got him to sit down. “You don’t look good,” she said quietly. 

“It’s fine,” Azriel promised her, his voice rough as gravel and she cupped his cheek, turning his face. His eyes closed as she very gently prodded the scrapes at one side, the split lip…the dried blood. 

“It’s really not fine,” she disagreed. “Anything else?” 

He shuddered, hands clutching the fighting leathers he still wore. He started taking it off, and she took over from him after just a few seconds, sliding the buckles open, taking off the leathers, piece after piece. 

His torso was painted every which shade of blue and black, violet…maroon. 

“You should have seen a healer,” she said quietly. It looked… excruciating. She couldn’t say if there were any broken bones. It didn’t matter. It must be painful anyway. So painful. 

“I missed you,” he murmured, closing his eyes as she wet a clean dish towel at the sink, making sure that it was warm and gently started cleaning the blood off him. The split lip stopped bleeding sluggishly after a moment. 

“Still should have seen a healer,” she quipped.

"But then it would have taken longer until I came home," he responded, even through his pain and she sighed.

He didn’t even flinch away from her touch, even when he had every fucking right to it. If anything, he leaned into it. 

Leaned into the pain that she was sure she was creating, even when she tried to be as gentle as she possibly could be. 

“What happened?” she finally asked quietly. He didn’t often talk to her about his job. Nearly never. Whenever pushed either, because this was nothing that he needed to know. This was nothing that she needed to be aware of. This was a line he had created because he didn’t want her to touch any of his work that was so very….so very harsh.

She accepted that because she knew that for him she had become a sort of island in the middle of everything, untouched by it. 

And it was better that day. She didn’t wonder what he did. As long as he came home to her. That was all that mattered. 

“Bad intelligence. Got caught in an avalanche,” he murmured. “I knew it wasn’t going to work, but did Rhys believe me, of course not,” he muttered under his breath. Since they had consummated the mating bond…Azriel had opened up to her, in some ways. He still knew more about Oriana’s life than she would ever know about his past, but she knew that it didn’t mean that he didn’t love her. She knew that for him it was difficult to open up because he expected everybody around him to use any knowledge about them to hurt him. 

Still, Oriana wasn’t stupid. And she had put together her own version of Azriel’s past through all the snippets he had shared with her. 

And so she knew that Rhys and Cassian were his brothers. And that Rhys was short for Rhysand and that that was the fucking High Lord of the Night Court. 

Who was still as annoying as he had been two centuries ago. 

And somebody that Azriel both loved and also loathed sometimes, especially when he decided that he knew better than everybody around him. 

Cassian…Cassian seemed more interested in who Azriel was seeing romantically than anything else if Oriana could believe the stories Azriel told. 

Hyacinth had been the latest possibility. Hyacinth had found the whole thing hilarious and spent the last night out dancing teasing Evander with it.  

“I think this calls for an early night,” Oriana said as she handed Azriel one of the pain-reducing potions that she kept stocked, watching carefully how he rubbed his temple. 

She got out the salve she had bought at an apothecary a few weeks ago, squeezing some of it on her fingers and carefully kneaded them in Azriel’s neck, just there where his neck met his skulls. 

He shuddered, though she knew that the heat the salve created would loosen the tightness that he had there in his muscles. He could get horrid headaches. 

She had learnt that too since the two of them lived together. Like a whole other list of details, like that he loves every form of berries he could get away with, his sweet tooth was so bad that on occasion he ate lumps of sugar straight out of jar…he absolutely adored doting on her in that quiet, calculated way of his and he had a real problem with giving up any sort of control in the bedroom. Her pleasure seemed his singular goal, his own just a byproduct of it. 

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” he murmured, pressing his head into the soft flesh of her belly. 

He found so many different ways to say I love you than to utter these three words to her. 

You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Coming home to you is the best part of my day. Every time I wake up to you, I am so grateful that you are there. 

Sentence after sentence, said in that earnest, sincere way of his and Oriana squirrelled every single one of them away, like precious gems. 

“Better?” she asked and he hummed. “Alright. Eat some of the sandwiches I made and then we’ll go to bed.”

That’s what they did. 

He collapsed into their bed, and she pulled the blankets around them, careful not to tangle them in his wings, gently running her fingers through his hair. She had only cut it for him a few weeks ago and it was only just starting to curl again. She was quite sure she had done a hack job at it, but he had seemed pleased with it. But then she was sure she could dye his hair bright pink and make him completely bald on one side and he would still kiss her and tell her thank you.

She pressed a kiss to his head, and then she fell asleep herself, no more worry about Azriel being somewhere else, because he was right there, next to her. 

It was his retching that woke her up. 

She immediately reached out, feeling his skin burning up underneath his fingertips. 

“Azriel?” she asked quietly, hearing more retching, immediately sitting up to find him leaning over the edge of their bed. 

“Sorry,” he was shuddering as he brought out the words and she opened her mouth to respond, but by then she saw the blood that was trickling out of her mouth, another sound of retching and then he fell to the side like somebody cut all the string that held him up. She managed to catch him at the last moment, her eyes wide, ice-cold fear clawing at her heart. 

She could see the shadows dancing around him worriedly, taking her weight from her, helping her to get him to lay back against the pillows. 

She could hear them call for him, but getting no response.  

“Azriel!” she tried, panic apparent in her voice and getting no response. 

He was unconscious, knocked out. After vomiting up blood. She had never seen anything like that. 

She cursed. 

Master is hurt, The shadows stated the obvious. 

She jumped out of the bed, tugging the first best dress she could find over her head, forcing her feet into shoes. 

“I know. Can you bring me into the mountain?” she asked the shadows. Alternatively, she would need to get out of her ward boundaries and winnow to the ward boundaries of the mountain. 

We can, Mistress.

“One of you stay with him, please,” she requested, holding out a hand for the shadows, as she cleared her mind as best as she could, taking one last back to Azriel, so pale, so still, and then thinking as intently as she could of their living quarters in the mountain. 

It was a whole lot less smooth than when Azriel did it for the two of them, but then he was the shadowsinger, and Oriana was only his mate. She could ask, he could command. 

But they were willing to listen to her, to drag her through wards she had placed on her own, to take the magic that she offered them and turn them into the strength they needed as they flung her across Velaris and shoved her into the mountain. At least it felt that way. 

She landed in their private living quarters, surprised to find Kiran, Toron and Samson sitting there, playing cards. And drinking. The scent of Fireale was unmistakenly

“She’s really here, I am not just seeing things, right?” Toron said, sounding like he had definitely drunk more than a little bit of their self-brewed Fireale. 

“No,” Kiran muttered. “That’s Oriana. What are you doing here? Where did you come from?” her older brother demanded, slightly slurring. 

“Are you drunk?” she gave back because she had never seen him quite like that. He just shrugged. Samson still stared at her wide-eyed, waving his hand in her direction, like he wasn’t quite sure if she wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

“Where’s Enya?” she demanded. She really didn’t have time for that. 

“Working,” Samson answered, nodding sagely, and nearly tipping to the side. 

Thank the cauldron for that at least. “Great,” she muttered, flinging herself in the direction of the door.  That was something. She was going to check the infirmary first, and then Enya’s bedroom, when she wasn’t there. 

She knew these halls, knew the mountain better than anything else, and so it only took her minutes, before she reached it, pushing open the door without even bothering to announce herself.

“Oriana?” Enya asked, sounding shocked, having risen from her chair as Oriana came running. 

“I am kidnapping you. I mean I hope you come willingly but otherwise, I am kidnapping you,” she blurted out, the shadows coming to a stop behind her. “Enya, I need your help.” 

It spoke of her sister's unflinching trust in her that she only rose and reached for the bag that she kept stocked behind her desk and grasped her coat. 

“What happened?” she asked, as she came around the desk. 

“He vomited blood, Enya. I don’t know who else to…He was fine and then he wasn’t and he lost consciousness and…” she blubbered. the panic that she had tried to keep at bay, threatening to overwhelm her. Azriel. Azriel . 

“Let’s go then,” Enya answered, turning in the direction of the door, but they didn’t have time for that. She grasped her sister’s arm,  letting the shadows take them both. 

Home. Home. Home. 

They landed in the bedroom, Oriana staggering at the impact, the shadows trying their best to keep her upright as Enya looked like she had lost all colour in her face, her skin was the same black colour as Oriana’s own looking decisively grey. 

“If you vomit, I am sorry,” Oriana forced out, pulling in a harsh breath on her own.

“What was that?” Enya asked, staring at the shadows that swirled around the room, then at Oriana, then at Azriel, on whom the shadows seemed to converge. 

“ Shadowsinger ,” she breathed and Oriana just stayed silent. Managing a nod. 

Yes. That. 

They were stupidly rare. She herself had done a double take the first time she had met Azriel. Nearly mythical in nature. She had never once met one before. So shadow travelling…like she had just done…dragging Enya through two sets of wards, was highly unlikely. She knew that. 

But her sister shook herself out of it, already taking in Azriel with an analytical glance, crossing the room, her hands slightly glowing. 

“You, sit down at his head,” Enya snapped. “I don’t need you fainting while I try to work.”

Oriana did as her sister asked, knitting her fingers through Azriel’s short curls, her whole body shaking with fear and nervousness that suddenly seemed to make an appearance. She didn’t even know where it was suddenly coming from. 

Just that it slapped down onto her heart, as she swallowed to keep tears at bay. 

She had gotten Enya here. She wasn’t alone. She had done that. Azriel was getting help. 

So why did it feel like her whole world was caving in around her? 

Her sister’s magic was so unlike her own, thanks to the High Fae ancestry that Enya didn’t have. But Oriana knew it, had felt it move around her own more times than she could count. It was safe. she knew that. 

“He has inner bleeding. Quite extensive,” Enya said quietly and Oriana forced down the panic that wanted to rise in her throat. 

Enya’s eyes met her own. “It will be fine,” she said quietly. “He will be fine, Oriana.” There was promise there in her eyes, glowing like coals in her face. “I swear to you. He’ll be fine,” she repeated again. Oriana just nodded, closing her eyes. 

It was all she could do. 

She kept quiet as Enya worked, pouring whatever potion her sister told her down Azriel’s throat. She tried not to shudder at the sight of blood-flecked metal as Enya worked, Azriel’s blood all over the sheets of their bed, all over her dress where it had dripped down. 

Time seemed to stretch and warp and finally, Enya stepped back. 

“I am going to bandage him…and then you’ll need to let him go because I going to put him into a healing trance. Just for a day,” Enya said quietly. “Are his wings gonna be alright with him laying on them?” she asked, and Oriana managed a nod, carefully stretching out the wings so they covered the bed. They seemed strangely cold to her touch, not moving like they usually did to respond to her touch. 

“Thank you,” she whispered as she worked, as Enya gathered up the blood-soaked linen that Oriana knew she was going to need to boil to get the blood out.  

“Of course,” her sister responded. Oriana pulled up the ugliest blanket she had ever seen from the end of the bed, covering Azriel with it, straightening out his arms and then leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead. She could feel the even, deep breathing of him, the warm puff of air…the pulse underneath her fingertips…

She stepped back. Enya raised her hands and the whole bed was enveloped in a green dome just seconds later, burning brightly for just a moment before settling in a subtle glow. 

“He’ll be fine,” Enya repeated. “You saved his life with your quick action.”

“No, you saved his life,” she corrected her sister.” “Thank you. You didn’t need to do this.”

She really hadn’t needed to. She hadn’t needed to let Oriana and the shadows drag her into Velaris.  

“You married Wynstan for me,” Enya said at that moment and she stared startled at her sister, who grasped her hand in hers. “You endured decades of being married to that idiot for me. You lost your ability to have children, just so that I wouldn’t need to get married.” She opened her mouth to protest but Enya shook her head. “This…” she waved to Azriel. “This…. This is the least I can do for you. He’s yours, Oriana. He’s family .”

She swallowed.

“It’s not your fault,” she finally whispered. “What happened…it’s not your fault. It was on Wynstan. It was on…Enya had saved her life. She had done everything she could. But even Enya hadn’t been able to…

“I know,” Enya said quietly. “Still. You always wanted children.”

She had. When she was young, she had wanted them. And then she had married Wynstan and first, he had wanted to wait, to finish his mastery, even when Oriana would have been fine with starting to try immediately. And then when he finally wanted kids, their marriage had been more than questionable. Questionable enough that OOriana didn’t want to put a child anywhere near it. Didn’t want to give Wynstan anything he could yield as a weapon against her. 

And then he had taken even the option from her. 

“I made my peace with it,” she said softly, watching Azriel lay there, still, silent, but gloriously alive. She hadn’t had any other option. Still, when she saw Cyyrus with his three children, so close in age, a miracle in itself… “He doesn’t care,” she finally said quietly. Azriel didn’t care. “I don’t think he thinks that he could be a good father,” she said softly. She thought that that was the main reason why he didn’t care that she couldn’t give him children. Why he was so alright about it just being the two of them. He seldom thought that he even deserved her. “But he would be. He would be the best. ”

“That’s not the only way to have children, you know,” Enya said quietly. She knew. Under the mountain, adoption was… if there was a child in need of a family, that was never a problem. But they had rules for that kind of thing and one of the biggest ones, the unspoken one, would be that the child would be raised in the community in the mountain. 

“I know. But that only works in the mountains. Not out here,” she said with a shake of her head. 

Enya watched her for a moment. 

“You know…if I have learned anything then that…Fate has a funny way of working. If you are supposed to have a child…Fate will provide. One way or another.” 

It was a nice thought. 

“And now, we need to get some alcohol into you, because you look like you are going to faint,” Enya said briskly. “You keep Fireale around?”

“I don’t think Healers are supposed to be proponents of alcoholism,” Oriana said weakly, but her sister just ignored her, dragging her into the living room and depositing her on the couch.

“I am not a proponent for alcoholism, I am a proponent of you not fainting,” Enya said drily as she pushed a glass filled to the brim into her hands. “You aren’t feeling it, but you are shaking. And your magic is leeching all over the damn place,” Enya said pointedly and Oriana stared in front of her, only now seeing the sparks that seemed to come off her. 

The shadows around her throat pressed gently, just a touch, never constricting. 

Master will be fine, Mistress. Thank to you and the healer.

[hannamoon143]

Silver springs- Fleetwood Mac

Bang Chan with "Silver springs" from Fleetwood Mac for the fall series

Genre: Angst, Hurt/no comfort?

Warnings: metion of crying, none rlly ig

Word count: 1k

Fall series masterlist

a/n: hii, this is based on this req from @asherthehimbo. I didn't know the song before and actually idk if it turned out good or not,help. Well get ur blanket and hot cocoa and have a cozy fall <33

Was it worth everything? To you, oh yes, it was. But chan? No, it wasn’t.

Chan, the man that always worked, always giving his attention to his laptop. You always kind of understood him. You knew how much his job meant to him, because it was the same for your own. And of course you were understanding when he couldn’t come home early somedays, or when he wouldn’t talk to you when he had to finish something. But when this „somedays“ got „always“ you weren’t so understanding anymore.

You weren’t able to count the times you tried to make him see clear. You tried to tell him that of course he could work and do everything he needed to, but maybe at least a bit attention would be nice. At least one time in what, two months? And you knew he understood what you meant. After one night where he came home late and you told him that everything, he was promising to do better, that he would only need to work so much till the comeback, and then he would be fully yours.

The worst thing was, he knew that it was a lie from that moment on. As you were a singer yourself, you probably knew that this was a lie, but you didn’t want to believe it.

It wasn’t that chan was trying to hurt you on purpose. Actually it was the opposite. He didn’t know what to tell you, that wouldn’t make you leaving. So telling a lie that made everything a bit more justified, seemed to be a good solution for the moment. And you wanted to believe him. You stayed quiet when he worked through the nights, sometimes not even coming home, but when he was home, ignoring you entirely.

And then? Well then the comeback was there. All the said work was done, and you were hopefull now everything would go back to… well what you could call normal. But you thought wrong. After that he made up more excuses. Sometimes the boys needed him, sometimes he would have meetings, sometimes he just needed to finish that one track.

And slowly you were growing more and more tired of it. You knew chan was not a bad guy. That was the only reason you didn’t already leave. He was kind, and the people and things he loved mattered more than anything to him. And maybe exactly that was the problem. You never judged him because of that, but from time to time you had to realize that his work more important to him than you. You had wished to at least be just the same important to him as them.

So one night, where you had decided to take things in your own hands with telling him how you felt at a date, he agreed to come and talkt hings out. But what a wonder, he forgot it.

That night you cried yourself to sleep. All the expressed words and feelings in you were simply to overwhelming. But as you did that, you decided that it was the last time, you were doing this because of him. This last night you would be hurting because of him. But tomorrow? That was a new day.

You left. You didn’t say much to him, since he wasn’t really listening to you anyways. But you weren’t a person to break up with someone over text so you just grabbed all your stuff, your key to your shared apartment, and drove to his studio. You went in, laid the key at the table and said you were leaving. The ironical thing was chan didn‘t even look up. He mumbled something of you having to calm down a bit then you two could talk. He was thinking you were just mad at him for working late again and being dramatic. But oh, the fool should have listened to you for once.

Because you, you kept your promise. You didn’t cry again because of him. You were concentrating on your work. You were hearing from stray kids‘ succes since you were in the same branche but that was it already.

And slowly, but firm, you worked your way up. You became more famous, you newest album hitting the charts. You gained lots of fans, succes and more than you could have dreamed off. So basically your name was everywhere now.

But chan, wished it wasn’t. When he finally began to realize that you had left he tried to gain you back for a while but gave up. He tried to tell himself it was alright, when for him it wasn’t. He knew it was his own fault, with the constant lies and excuses, but he wished it ended different. He listened to the records you once made together for fun, every night. And then suddenly you dropped another album, and you gained so much more attention. Chan couldn’t stand it. Your face was haunting him everywhere, on the streets, on social media, and in his dreams. If he would have made time for you, would things have ended different?

Surely he tried to reach out a few times. You weren’t cruel, you always politely declined, or just cut his actions. Because you’d lie if you’d say you didn’t love him. You weren’t sorry for the time spent with him, because at the beginning it made you truly happpy and feel loved. But it just wasn’t right. Maybe things could have been right if both of you tried to change, but you were stubborn. And could you really have changed that much?

Now as time flew by, things were healing for you. You worked to get back the confidence and trust in yourself you lost with chans lies and excuses. You were thinking it was the right decision that you left chan, since you were being more focused on other things, and also having more succes in things you truly loved.

And chan? Well he would move on, after a long time probably. But still, he would never entirely get away from the sound of the woman that loved him.

taglist: @darqlys @lina-linny @0omillo0 @onementally-unstabel-kid

[annie-creates]

I don't really hate you

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Words: 1100

Note: This probably isn't exactly what you meant, but I got this idea and it felt right writing this. If you want I'll write something really really angsty for you later on. I hope y'all like this anyway.

Your day was not going great. Your first class was a disaster, you forgot to bring the tests for the second one and after lunch, the joined class of Evers and Nevers was a nightmare. Noone listened to you, nobody wanted to do the homework and someone even threw a tomato at the black board as you were writing down important bullet points.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cry, scream, hysterically laugh or all at once. Your last hope was the last class of the day, nothing could go wrong with gardening, right? You’ll let them roan the gardens and hopefully nobody gets eaten before the end of the day. You couldn’t be more wrong though. As you gave out instructions to replant some of the flowers into bigger pots, you already heard one breaking and saw another student running around with the gardening scissors.

“This horrible day will never end,” you mutter helplessly as you chase the kid with the scissors.

You spend the class cleaning up broken ceramics and glass, hoping at least the flowers will survive the rampage of your students. Honestly you had more faith in the plants than yourself. You locked yourself up in your office for the remaining of the school day, grading last week’s tests and having to fail a few kids, which didn’t add up any cheerfulness into your already sour mood.

When you finally returned into your shared chambers with Leonora, you were ready to give up. She was already out of her usual work clothes, a sign she returned much sooner than you did, reading her book on magical potions at the couch. She gave you a little smile that froze on her face when she noticed your disheveled state.

“I swear I’m turning in my resignation tomorrow. I’m gonna grow grey hair from those kids before the school year ends,” you complained, walking to your dresser.

“Oh come on babe, they’re not that bad,” she tried to reason with you.

“No, they’re even worse. Little inept devils…” searching through your special drawer you don’t agree.

“Well that would mean I’m doing something right…” Lesso smiled but it didn’t amuse you.

“They’re always throwing things, screaming things, breaking things… babe have you seen my cookie?” You suddenly ask as you can’t find your favourite dessert in the stack of sweets you keep for emergencies such like today.

“What cookie?” She asks innocently not looking up from the book.

“The one I like? Chocolate chip with a pinch of salt? It’s my favourite and I’d swear I had one in here…” you narrow your eyes at her.

“I haven’t seen it…” Leonora tries to deny but you see the guilt in her posture not being able to look you in the eyes.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you’d eat my dearest cookie! I’ve been waiting for it the whole day! And I’ve had a horrendous day!” You scream at her on the verge of tears, your comfort food being inevitably gone. “Why would you do that!”

“Jesus babe calm down, it’s just a cookie alright..?” Lesso was taken back by your sudden outburst.

“Yeah maybe to you it’s just food! Then why are you taking it from me!” You scolded her.

“It’s not that big of a deal, you’ll get other cookies…” Lesso argued.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you! You destroyed the only joy a had of the whole day! I hate you!” You shouted with a loud bang shutting the door behind you as you left.

Lesso starred at the spot you were at just moments ago, too stunned to even think, her book long forgotten. What has gotten into you? Were you really that much stressed today? Sure, you were always protective of your sweets, but it was just food, right? Nothing to be too upset about, nothing you couldn’t get yourself the next day.

But to you it wasn’t, the little nice biscuits and delights you kept hidden just for your own pleasure were your comfort. It brought you calmness and overview, caressing your nerves like honey on your soul. And now your favourite one was gone and it ruined your day even more, for you were in excited anticipation to finally eat for many hours by now.

While you were sulking in the now empty dinning hall, Leonora realized she was probably in the wrong this time. You were after all a sweet fragile soul and she knew she shouldn’t have eaten from your secret stash of snacks. She just didn’t think you’d notice, a big mistake on her part. And you always had this rule you shouldn’t be going to sleep while angry at each other, so she had to fix this fast, or you’ll be even more cranky in the morning.

The door behind you open with a creak, your girlfriend coming in. It didn’t happen often she admitted to her mistakes, but you were her one weak spot and she couldn’t live with you being mad at her. Plus, she did kind of bring this on herself. So now she’s gonna make it all better and make it up to you.

“Hey, are you still mad at me?” your silence was answer enough to her dumb question. “Look, I’m really sorry I ate your cookie. I should have remembered how important they are to you. I have something to make up for it though.”

That piqued your interest, along with the amazing smell that came in with her, so you slowly turned around to see what she came up with as a piece offering. The tray of cookies smelled absolutely amazing and a fine fume was still coming up off them, as if there were in the oven just moments ago.

“Did you make this right now?” you questioned.

“Something like that,” she wasn’t willing to admit what a scene she did in front of the kitchen staff to get them to bake a batch at this hour. “They’re not salty but I’ll find you some tomorrow, I promise. I’m really sorry about what I said, your sweets are important.”

“I don’t really hate you, I’m sorry,” you apologize also as you’re already taking one of the delicious delights off her hands.

“Can we go to bed now and enjoy these?” she tries to bribe you.

“Yea, I guess,” you agree, taking the tray and shielding them from her to keep it all to yourself.

“If you eat them all you’re cleaning the crumbs,” Leonora warns you but your pointed look shuts her up real quick. “Alright, I’ll clean the crumbs.”

[bugcatcherkit]

having mrs suzuki thoughts again. specifically i always thought of her leaving as smth that she’d intended to be temporary. bc it was in direct response to toichirou saying that he Does have the power to control people, because he’s strong enough that he can just Make them do what he wants. and it was both an assertion of a boundary (“i will not tolerate this behavior. if you continue to act like this, i will remove myself from the situation”) and a direct response to toichirou’s stated belief (“oh yeah? control this, asshole”). and i think that her intention was to make him think about himself and what he was trying to accomplish and the consequences his actions have on himself and everyone around him, and that she’d originally intended to come back when he came to his senses. and COMPLETELY underestimated his total refusal to ever question or consider anything ever.

(btw i think shou’s murder attempt was if not the same, then at least a very similar principle. bc if it had really been about killing toichirou, he probably would’ve just “played the obedient son” and poisoned him or smth. but it wasn’t! it was about confronting him and trying to force him to understand and deal with the consequences of his actions, especially wrt the people who cared about him most! the message being communicated was “look! you’re going so dangerously overboard that even your son, who cares about you, who is still trying to reason with you, is willing to kill you if that’s what it takes to get you to stop!”) (and it just completely flies over toichirou’s head)

sorry for rambling but u know how it is with the suzukis

HI I FINALLY GOT TIME TO ANSWER THIS. I think you summed it up well though !!!

I definitely believe it was supposed to be temporary! It really plays out like a spur-of-the-moment thing, where she suddenly realizes Toichiro is not really who she Believed he was (<- she had a certain image of him in her head I think) and also that would not listen to her WORDS at all. So she had to do something impactful.

Their relationship was very important to them both, and I believe she expected her Absence to lead Toichiro to self-reflect and FINALLY push himself to change so they could KEEP it. But he sucks. And he was already so wound up in the power fantasy that he ignored anything he could not rationalize with it. You can't exactly make semi-divorce seem like a Super Epic Protagonist Battle.

She was making a point to him!!! Showing him that his idea of psychic power being absolute was WRONG because people have power over themselves (free will). Her leaving is like the physical culmination of everything she had been suggesting to him up until then (that he could change, if he CHOSE to).

She has a whole thing about free will. He was supposed to realize he does not, actually, have power over everyone. He ONLY has power over himself, just like everyone else. To think otherwise hurts himself and everyone around him because only focusing on power meant he didn't care about anything else. But yeah she totally overestimated his ability to Self Reflect and also Be Considerate. Aforementioned image she projected onto him, I think (not normal).

and that is where Shou gets it I BELIEVE!!!!!!! The thing with him is that. Like when you said his parents were his only examples and he kind of had to work with what he knew through them.

His philosophy (of kindness and free will and righteousness etc etc etc) was heavily based on what Mrs. Suzuki is shown to believe in, and this is what he based his opposition to Toichiro's ideals on.

Though, he also had to oppose his mom's Methods in favour of Toichiro's in this process. So he was kind of opposing them both while also Not at all doing that. Because he learned from them and was influenced by them. As per the themes. BUT ALSO with that its like. Nothing Shou did was ever really for himself or because of himself and it makes me. ggrhrgrge.

I forgot what else I was gonna say. Suzuki family drives me insane <3

[bonitanightmxres]

Haunted (Part I) || SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

MINI SERIES SYNOPSIS: It was hard trying to move past Simon's death, but it’s even harder when the third anniversary is looming and the nightmares are back.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: It’s Simon’s last day before he ships out, and as much as you both try to enjoy each other’s company, the harsh reality of being separated again lingers in the back of your mind.

WARNINGS:  angst, slight smut 18+

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

--THEN--

Simon lived off military food for God knows how long—and that was even assuming he had the chance to eat at all. He couldn’t even remember the last thing he ate that wasn’t frozen or came from a package. So, when you said you’d cook for him, he was pleasantly surprised, though he thought that he’d be getting some variant of a pre-cooked meal reheated in the oven. Not that he was complaining, there was nothing wrong with doing so because it was the thought that counted. But he was genuinely shocked when you rolled up your sleeves and got to work in the kitchen. That had been years ago, and here he was still—waiting patiently in the living room as you prepared his favorite dish. 

As you eat, you notice he’s quiet, even for being “Ghost”. You could only imagine what was going through his head; often, he got so lost inside his mind that he forgot what was going on in his real life. But there’s a dangerous far-off look in his eyes like he’s not even there.

“Hey,” your voice is soft as you place your hand gently atop of his. “What’s wrong?” 

Quick as a wink, life returns back to his eyes as he turns his head to look at you. “Hmm?” 

“You look a little preoccupied. More than usual.”

“Oh.” 

“Something on your mind?” 

“Nothing important. Just business. You know how it is.” 

His answer doesn’t offer much in terms of comfort, but if there’s anything you know about Simon Riley, it’s that he can handle himself. Though he isn’t keen on sharing his own struggles—mainly because he was still learning how to do that—you knew that there was nothing you could do for him aside from simply being there for him; especially when he was getting ready to leave for a mission.  

Then the noticeable dim of a lightbulb above grabbed his attention as it stood apart from the rest that shined brightly. It flickered back and forth between dim and bright as if it was sending a signal through Morse code. Then finally, it rested at the same brightness as the others–for now, anyway.

“I’ll replace that after dinner.” 

“Nah,” you wave a hand, brushing it off. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Love, it’s gonna burn out. I’d rather replace it now before it does.” He insists. 

“Simon, it just flickered. Just because it flickered doesn’t mean it’s gonna go out. For all we know it could be… a ghost.” 

He rolled his eyes as he took another bite of his dinner. “Very funny.” 

“What? You don’t believe in them?” 

“Just finish eating.” He sighed, shaking his head as if he were a scolding father. 

“You’re probably just scared of ‘em.” You mumble under your breath, finishing your plate and taking it to the sink. 

You hadn’t even realized Simon followed you to the sink until your face nearly smacked into his chest when you turned back around. He reaches around you, placing his dish into the sink and running the faucet over it. You know he’s doing it on purpose, the way he’s practically got you cornered against the sink, “What was that you said?” 

Even his voice is deep and sultry, and you know it’s his way of trying to coax it out of you. You knew his intimidation tactic all too well—the way his eyes bore into yours, as if they were burning a hole through your body and piercing your soul with a kind of venom that made you want to do his bidding; and usually, it would have worked. You would have folded right then and there and Simon would get what he wanted. But something in you wanted to test him today. 

“I didn’t say anything,” you say brightly, shrugging a shoulder as you try to inch away. “I think your hearing has gone bad.” 

He chuckled, amused by your sudden need to challenge him, but noticed every move you made. Simon thought it was cute how you thought you were being subtle; to him, you were being so painfully obvious with how you tried to escape before you didn’t have the chance to. “No, my hearing is perfectly fine,” his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you and making you feel small and nervous—just the way you knew he liked when he was trying to tease you— “I’ll give you one more chance to come clean.” 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you press your lips together and raise a brow, “Or what?”

You can feel a smirk begin to crawl its way onto your face as Simon runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth and you feel proud. Proud that you’ve rendered him speechless—so what if he was already a man of few words? The fact that you’ve got him right where you want him was enough for you and you considered that a win. That is, until the world is suddenly upside down and Simon’s got you thrown over his shoulder as if you weigh as much as a feather. 

Damn him and his big, bulky arms.

“Simon!” You shriek, laughing as you playfully hit his back. “Put me down!” 

Simon walks to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed, and towers over your frame as he grabs onto either side of the bed by your head. “Feel like telling me what you said now?” 

Scrunching your nose, you shook your head. Simon’s hands move to yours, interlocking your fingers and bringing them above your head. 

“I’ll make it worth your while.” He teases, nose touching yours and his lips are tantalizing, being right there so close to yours. You swear that he’s about to kiss you, so you lean into him, but he pulls his head back and continues to hum and rile you up. He shakes his head, “Not until you give it up and tell me what you said.” 

Every part of you wants to continue teasing him, making him work for it; but that stupidly sly grin that creeps up onto his annoyingly kissable lips makes you forget about your initial plan. You groan at the effect he has over you, “I said that you’re probably just scared of ghosts.”

Simon hung his head low, chuckling. “Impossible. I am one.” 

“No,” you disagree. “You’re the ‘Ghost’, you’re not a ghost. There’s a difference.”

Simon stares into your eyes intently, and is silent. There was something about the way he did that, the way he looked at you that made you blush and avert his gaze that made him want to keep doing it. To see you uncontrollably red and nervous. It wasn’t that whenever he looked at you he saw nothing but you—it was the opposite, actually. When he looked at you, he saw everything. His future and all of his tomorrows all held in the look you gave him. “There wasn’t much of a difference until I met you,” he whispered. 

One of your hands comes up to his face, your thumb gently brushing a scar on his upper lip as you smile at his words. A simple gesture that you felt you had the privilege to even do so. That his walls had come down, allowing you to explore all that he was behind the mask. In the safety of your home, he was Simon and Ghost’s mask stayed tucked away in a drawer until he was needed again. The skin of your fingers and hands tingle with every gliding movement across his face like it was the first time you’d ever touched the man. He was beautiful, there was no other way to put it, really. From the sharp structure of his face that so deeply contrasted the abundance of affection he was capable of, to the wide and toothy grin he flashed that perfectly aligned with his secret mischievous nature, or the way he could brighten your darkest day—all beautiful. The old memory of his best friend once putting the idea in your head that Simon was ugly without the mask made you laugh as your fingers trailed along his face. He was a statue above you, frozen in place as your thumb continued to brush his scar back and forth with such tenderness. Simon was used to that, to the way you touched him so softly, like he’d break in your hands; but he kept still, afraid that you’d stop if he moved. When you placed the other hand on his cheek, he had to control every piece of him to not crumble right there on top of you. 

You lifted your head to meet his, placing a soft, yet hungry kiss on his lips, “I love you, Simon.” Your voice is barely above a whisper because if it were any louder, you were sure that it’d get caught in your throat and you’d break down into a sobbing mess, and hang onto him for as long as you possibly could. 

Despite the years you’d spent together, every time you attached his name to an “I love you”, it sent a warm shiver down his spine. And it was his favorite feeling in the world. 

“I love you more,” his eyes stare at your lips, at your face, at every seemingly irrelevant detail of your features.

You let your arms snake around his neck, pulling Simon down and allowing him to position himself comfortably on the bed with you. His arms wrap around you, resting his head on your stomach. And one of your hands finds its way into his hair, softly stroking it. Shutting your eyes, you swear you could fall asleep like that right then and there. 

Your body jolts unexpectedly when you feel the warmth of his lips on your belly, as he’d sneakily pulled your shirt up and kissed the exposed skin. You don’t say a word, and instead relish in the feeling of the softness with which he’s treating you. From his plush lips, to the traces of his fingers as he roams your body, his touch is all soft like you’re a masterpiece deserving of nothing less than the most delicate of touches. Goosebumps spread all over your skin and you can feel him smirk against you when he gets braver and slides your shirt all the way up and over your head. While he distracts you with hot kisses along your torso and chest, he’s quick to remove your pants like a man out of time. You try to return the favor, fumbling with the belt on his jeans, but totally spoiling the hot and heavy moment. 

“Not fair,” you groan, still trying to unbuckle it. Why did it have to be so intricately looped? “I wear dresses and skirts to give you easy access. You could at least do the same for me and stop wearing belts. Or wear one that’s easy to take off.” 

Simon lets out a breathy laugh at your frustration, and helps you, going a step further and pulling his jeans down his legs and tossing them aside. “That better?” 

Your response is to tug at his shirt, and the devious smile you give him when the shirt joins his jeans somewhere on the floor of the room makes him chuckle. Simon hovers over you, taking the sight of you below him and etching every curve into his memory. It didn’t matter how many times he’d have you like this, every time felt like the first. He kisses your forehead—his signature move before he slowly slides his length inside you, inch by inch. You close your eyes, hold your breath, waiting to feel all of him inside. But he pauses, a smirk plastered on his face when you open your eyes to see what he’s waiting for. 

“Think you can handle it all tonight, love?” He asks in that annoyingly cocky voice that makes you want to shut him up. 

Frustrated, you tug on his hair in an attempt to get him to do what you want. “I swear to God, if you don’t—”

The borderline pornographic gasp and moan that escapes your mouth when he finally bottoms out in you makes Simon shudder with ecstasy. If he could just have that on recording or even as an alert tone for whenever you texted him… well, on second thought… It was a bad idea. He’d just get hard and cum whenever he heard it, and he would rather not have to explain that one to anybody. But fuck. Simon really had to hold himself back. Between those little sounds of pleasure you emitted and the look on your face as he slowly thrust into you, trying to savor the way your body molds around him, he knew he was in trouble. When he pressed his thumb to your throbbing clit and you cried out his name, yeah—he was a split second away from cumming. That was one of the things he hated; to Simon, you were the best kind of porn, and the problem with that, was he had to actively fight off his orgasm. Otherwise it’d be the quickest two minutes of your life. But more than anything, he wanted it to last forever; or at least for as long as possible.

When you pull him down and press your bodies together, it’s a signal to Simon to keep going–faster, harder. And it also inflates his ego; just seeing, feeling your body’s reactions to what he’s doing makes his cock twitch a little more and he can’t help but have a smug look on his face because he’s the one making you like this. But for you, pulling him down closer to your body is a pathetic attempt to keep him glued to you forever. To keep him against you through the night, past sunrise, and into the next day. Of course, it’s not possible, so for a moment, you pretend. You pretend that you and Simon are just a normal couple wrapped up in bedsheets, loving one another; and that you’ll fall asleep tucked away in his embrace, preferring that he wrap his arms around you than use a blanket. And you’ll wake up tomorrow morning, and go about your routines, just to do it all over again. You pretend that this isn’t the last night for a long time that you’ll enjoy him like this; that he isn’t leaving you tomorrow for some godforsaken mission that he can’t tell you about. You pretend that this is normal—because for you, it is. And as long as you’re with Simon, it always will be.

—

You tossed and turned that night. And as much as Simon looked like he was sleeping, you knew that he wasn’t. Anxiety enveloped itself between you, making its presence known so that during these last few hours spent together, were hours spent in agonizing stress and worry. It happened every time. It couldn’t have been past three in the morning when you decided that sleep was a thing of the past. You shift your body closer to Simon, your chest against his back and snake your arm around him. As you press a kiss to his bare shoulder, he plays with your hand draped over his stomach. 

“Can't sleep?” He asks, his deep morning voice makes you shiver. 

“Uh-uh,” you kiss him again. “And you?” 

“Negative.” He turns his body over, so that he’s now facing you, much to your disappointment.

“I like when you’re the little spoon.” You pout, but it quickly fades away when he runs a big hand down your thigh, and hoists your leg over his waist, bringing you closer. 

“Yeah me too, but I like this better.” 

Bringing a hand to Simon’s face, you close your eyes and trace every line and every feature as if you don’t already have them all memorized. He kisses your thumb as it brushes against the scar on his lip, causing you to open your eyes. 

Simon wiped a tear off your cheek that you hadn’t even realized was there, bringing you closer to him with a swift movement of his arms, encapsulating you entirely. He could feel you tremble, and the feeling of your tears on his skin burns a kind of pain into him that he doesn’t think he’ll recover from; and he can’t help but feel like your suffering is his fault.

You stayed that way for a while, pulled onto his chest, eyes closed, and fought the urge to glance at the clock, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before he had to get up and ready to leave. When the obnoxious buzzing of the alarm finally went off, Simon pretended not to feel the squeeze your arms gave him as you hesitantly let him go—it made everything so much harder. 

Shivering as you no longer had Simon as a source of warmth, you pulled the blankets over your head. “Simon, could you close the window, please? It’s fucking cold.” His faint laughter echoed from the bathroom where he brushed his teeth to your bedroom.

“What are you going to do with the window when I’m not here to open and close it for you?” He rips the blanket off you, making you curl into a ball. Still, the crisp early morning air flowed into the room and made your skin prickle uncomfortably with goosebumps. It didn’t matter how much you tried to open and close that damn window, it got stuck every time you tried; but Simon strolls over to it, and shuts it closed with ease like he always did. Big, bulky arms and thick muscles would do that for a person, you guessed.

“Simple. I won’t open or close it until you get back.” You shrug, deciding to get ready with him–though you’d be getting ready only to stay home. Simon chuckles, shaking his head as he disappears down the hall, gathering his clothes. His gear and backpack had already been packed and ready to go by the front door since the beginning of the week. It sat there, and you avoided it like it was a heap of bad luck in your own home. You pretended like it wasn’t even there, and sometimes you forgot that it was. But when your eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of black tactical gear, while you watched a movie on the couch, or washed dishes, anxiety settled into the pit of your stomach, nearly sending you into a full-blown panic attack. 

By the time the van pulls up into the driveway, you and Simon had already been sitting on the couch together for a half hour. You leaned against him, your face squished against his bicep as he held your hand. As you squeeze his hand tighter once you feel him adjust to get up, it weighs Simon down. When he stands up, you throw your arms around him in a desperate attempt to keep him home forever. 

He can feel the tears begin to soak in his shirt. You look up at him, with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, trying to gasp out the words, but they’re caught in your throat.

Simon leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he realizes the stoppage of tears is nowhere in sight. “C’mon, love. You know I hate to see you cry.”

“I-I’m sor–sorry.. I-I just… It gets so quiet… And I’m always alone.” You choke out in between sobs, gasping for air. “I don’t want you to go…”

Even though you’d always refrained from this kind of talk, you couldn’t help it this time. He didn’t know about all the restless nights, all the nauseating mornings from worry that made you so sick you couldn’t get up. But he could see it in your eyes.

I don’t want to go either, that’s what he wanted to say. Simon had lived so much of his life without feeling genuine, heartfelt love that he never thought it would be staring him right in the face every night for the last handful of years. And to willingly leave it behind and trade it for war and bloodshed? He must be insane.

“I promise I won’t leave you alone for long.”

He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. They left an unsettling taste in his mouth, and he hated promising anything other than the fact that he’d be as safe as he could be. In his line of work, Simon had met other soldiers who promised their wives and families that they’d come back, or that they’d be fine. He knew it was the soldier’s way of easing their family’s nerves and worries, but the look of devastation in their eyes when their soldier’s promise was broken crushed him; and making a promise to you that he wasn’t sure that he could keep would crush him even more. But it wasn’t like he could take those words back now, and the look of hope on your face made it almost worth it. 

You wondered if it was as hard for him as it was for you when he left. Did Simon stay up all night, sick from worry? Realistically, he didn’t have time for that the way you did. Did the months go by agonizingly slow? Maybe he was so busy it only felt like weeks. Somehow, you thought it was just different. 

When he goes on deployment, he has his team.

When he goes on deployment, you have nobody. 

Simon didn’t look back as he entered the van. He didn’t wave goodbye. 

He never did, saying that he “didn’t do goodbyes”. 

You wished he would have set his own stubbornness aside that day and just done it. A wave goodbye, an extra hug, or a harder kiss. You would’ve even settled for that little smirk of his when he was being devious. 

If you would’ve known that it’d be the last time you saw him again, you would have appreciated the final, quick kiss a little more.

| NEXT PART |

a/n: sorry for going MIA when i said i was working through this writers block LMAO i got busy and continue to be busy. again, this isn’t proofread, i’ve had this idea in my head since forever & decided to share it… it’ll be a series, but i suck at scheduling consistent posts :P

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[estrellami-1]

Writer prompt: “When will I get people who care the way I care?” Steve + the party hurt/comfort

Lmaooooo not you turning my own words on me (thank you I probably needed to write this ngl)

Steve made a point to remember the kids’ birthdays. To know their favorite foods, their allergies, to have their favorite tapes in his car.

And it’s not like it’s serious. Steve wouldn’t die from it. Probably.

It’s just… well. He told them he was allergic to shellfish. He remembered the day, especially, because they’d all had a long discussion about what was actually classified as shellfish.

But now someone decided to bring a clambake up to Bumfuck, Indiana, right where Steve lived, and all the kids are so excited about it, and he’s excited for them, honest.

But they don’t understand when he declines the offer to go, their request to drive them. Slowly but surely, he realizes they forgot.

Maybe he should’ve expected that. Maybe he should’ve known the expectations are different on the babysitter versus the babysat. Maybe-

“Alright,” Eddie says suddenly, one loud clap getting everyone’s attention. “Everyone out! Something’s come up. Great to see you, same time next week, untold horrors, et cerera. Get the fuck outta here.”

Eddie turns to Steve once everyone’s gone. “What’s wrong?”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“You’re making a face like something’s wrong.”

“Oh.” Steve debates not telling him, except that’s never done him any favors before, and he doubts it’ll start now. “Um. Just. Y’know the clambake?”

Eddie chuckles. “It’s practically all the kids talk about.”

“Yeah. Um. They didn’t understand why I didn’t want to go. Or why I didn’t want to take them.”

“Okay,” Eddie says slowly. “I’m all for telling the little shits no once in a while, don’t get me wrong. But… why did you tell them no?”

“I’m allergic to shellfish.”

Eddie’s mouth opens in an o. “Do they know?”

“Yeah. Or they did, I dunno. I guess they forgot. And I just… I dunno. Got in my head about it, I guess, because I remember things that are important to them, y’know? I have their tapes in my car, I know their favorite foods, I know what they’re allergic to. I know what to do to help all of them through a nightmare or a panic attack. And I spend so much of my time giving, and being what they need me to be, and… I guess it gets tiring, sometimes.” He shrugs, looks down. “I’m just wondering when I’m gonna get people who care the way I care. Who remember the little things, maybe not even cause they’re important, but because they’re part of me, y’know?”

Eddie smiles sadly, sits next to him. Turns his body to face Steve’s. “You mean like the face you make when you’re cooking and your sauce needs more salt? Or the way you dance a little, wiggle your hips, when you’ve got music playing and you’re doing the dishes? Or the way you clench your fists when you think no one’s looking, when you’re trying not to fidget or reach out and touch?” He touches one of Steve’s hands, clenched in his lap. “You can.”

Steve sighs, releases his hands. Turns one over and capture’s Eddie’s. “And the important thing,” Eddie continues. “The way you keep the pool lights turned off when the kids aren’t over. The way you hate to cook for just yourself. You ever wonder why I invite myself over so much? ‘S because I know you wouldn’t eat otherwise. The kids are assholes, I’ll give you that. They’re also kids. Let them grow up some, keep showing them the love that you are, and trust that one day they’ll show it back. Until then, can I be enough for you?”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, chokes. “You’re always enough. More than.”

Eddie moves in closer. “Let yourself take,” he whispers back, slotting an arm over Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in. “Trust that I’m giving. That I want you to have it.”

Steve leans in. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t kiss him. He doesn’t have to. He’s taking, accepting. And that says everything.

[dragon-queen21]

M BACK WHATWHATHWATTTT

-Yeah i so agree with you on the pet regressin chopper hc ! i honestly like that hc more OH MY GOSH, when hes petregressin, i forgot what point it is but he stays in his reindeer form, hes standing on shaky legs like a fawn, ITS OVER FOR ME

- i was thinmin about this last night: luffy and the crew meeting ace in alabasta, luffy regresses of course, hes happy to see his brother, and just ace trying to embarrassing him in front of the crew (in a loving way of course)

like giving him really silly nicknames (personal fan on lulu for this senario) or cooing and doting over him in spanish

- i have a ace+luffy hc that ace can dance really well and luffy cant dance for shit. enter little luffy, and hes more uncoordinated then before. imagie ace trying to teach him how yo dance, or doin that father daughter thing where luffys on aces feet yk?

- or when luffy is in babyspace and way to little to do anythin, ace will carry him around and do that thing were ace will say something and then ask luffy who will do nothing but look at ace back and make baby noises

“I cant believe this! Can you believe this lu?”

“bahwhah”

“Exactly what I said!”

-I dont remember if it was you who orginally said it but i really likedthe hc, i definitely see luffy and usopp regressing together unknowingly, before they knew they were regressors (first time it happened the crew was confused. the kids were on the floor playin, and usopp took to clumsily carryin luffy around. why was that?)

- smoker findin luffy little and just, hes not gonna capture luffy like this. smoker holding luffy by the back of his shirt like a baby cat and dropping him off at the sunny and staying with him until the crew returns

smoker is canonically good with kids NO WAY IN HELL hes gonna hurt luffy when hes regressed. hes not doin that to someone whos to out of it to protect himself

okay thats all i can write rughr now i have absolutely DEMONIC cramps i cant think anymore

but yes olease make sure to take care of yourself, your health is always more important than anythin

i hope your havin a good day 🤍🤍

📷

Hello again! :D

~I like to think that the nicknames just get sillier and sillier over time. Especially if Luffy says that he’s embarrassed. Clearly that’s what an older brother is for >:3

~Oh my gosh I have such a soft spot for anything with just, second languages. Little know fact I’m actually half Hispanic. My Spanish is VERY rusty mind you, but still. Solidly agreeing with you. This headcanon makes me very happy :3

~I feel like Luffy’s Spanish would be very broken so half of the things his brother is telling him just goes over his head. Especially if he’s super small to try and put together the words, but in a way it just makes him smaller.

~With Ace and Luffy dancing, it’s mostly just Ace spinning him around in a circle because Luffy refuses to do anything but stand on his feet giggling “again again!”

~Awwww cute cute cute cute cute!!!! Ace could probably fool others into thinking that he actually understands what Luffy is trying to tell him

~I don’t believe that was my headcanon but it sounds adorable! Actually I vaguely recall seeing that somewhere. That’s going to drive me crazy until I figure out where.

~Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh gosh. Captain Smoker, let’s talk about him for a moment. I love him- so much 👏 I also have such a love for anything regressed protagonist being taken care of by an antagonist.

~And he is good with kids, kinda rough around the edges. And wouldn’t it be really funny if he finds Luffy out gettin ice cream and there are just- too many similarities to a small child and Luffy seems so out of it. Smoker mentions something along the lines of “where’s your crew” half because he wants to know if he needs to call reinforcement’s, half because he genuinely is curious. And Luffy doesn’t know, Zoro wandered off at some point and it’s scary being all alone. And yeah no something is definitely wrong, he looks like he’s about to start crying. If anyone asks Smoker used this as an opportunity to locate the straw hats ship. Why didn’t he call in his report? Because he was kept under very close surveillance (aka a mentally four year old who wouldn’t leave him alone)

Not sure if this all makes sense but I think you get the idea <3

Take care of yourself as well, make sure to take it easy and get lots of rest. <3<3<3

[random-ideas-artblog]

Just finished watching the first detective Conan movie!

So I just finished it, and I was taking notes as I went through. I’m just going to post them below. It’s pretty rough because I typed while watching so these are real time thoughts. Overall I enjoyed it though.

Conan’s adorable when he gets the letter (blushing is cute)

Can’t believe the dork forgot his own birthday but remembered some Holmes trivia instead lol 

Ran is a such a sweetheart omg 

Mori really read through the dudes whole Wikipedia page lmao

Never mind I mean biography I forgot this was like 1997

Does this dude have OCD is that supposed to be the implication 

Garden party is cool but where are the bombs and skyscrapers what I sup 

Damn he can cook wow

I feel like the do everything myself is going to be Important

Ok he’s kind of sinister know idk why  

Yo why is he so interested in this teenage girls love life??? 

Conan you are so screwed 

Oh ok I see where the bomb and skyscraper are coming into play now 

Grudge against the architect maybe 

Wow that was a big explosion

Ok this whole situation is very weird why is he helping Conan 

What is the cat the fucking bomb???

There better not be any cat death in this movie I will cry 

How did the old woman not notice the bomb???

That old woman and driver are having very tame reactions to this insane kid 

Oops and he’s passed out. In the hospital too uh oh

Aw that cute Kogoro is by his bedside 

Wow Conan without the glasses really looks like a  shinichi copy  how has no one noticed 

You can’t use phones in hospitals what is this common knowledge I never learned 

Ok this looks really bad for Shinichi I pity him a bit lol now Kogoro things he’s scum 

Ok I have a theory: For whatever reason  architect is bombing stuff for an unknown reason. The guy shown has a beard but that’s probably just a disguise, architect said he likes to do things himself so that’s why I think it’s him. He doesn’t what there to be casualties or just wants someone to stop him.That’s why Shinichi was contacted he’s a well known detective. The password thing was a test for Mori to see if he can replace shinichi, but Conan figured it out and got a tour of the gallery. Which, COINCIDENTALLY, has buildings that have been bombed before (the mansion) and will be bombed (presumably the skyscraper based on info so far). It’s a deliberate clue. That’s also why the bomber is accepting Conan as a legitimate detective because he passed the test, but also giving hints because this js a kid he doesn’t want to kill him. It’s also just occurred to me that the architect was implied to have severe OCD or perfectionism. He could be bombing past builds because he thinks there’s some thing wrong with them and can’t stand to have their design be under his name. Something like that idk. I’m only 36 minutes in so we’ll see

Wait a minute maybe the reason architect was interested in the birthday date was because he wanted to know when and where Shinichi would be so he could plan the bombing around his schedule! Ran provided practically all the details too 

That’s cute the kids drew a picture (I know it’s a suspect but still)

He’s happy with it??? Damn Conan can’t draw at all 

That was a lot of damage to the car wow 

Rare Kudo shinichi appearance I missed you!!! Conan’s cute but shinichi as himself looks pretty cool haha 

Damn that’s a strong father son bond 

Laughing then hating that’s kinda of funny

Genta is going to shout out the word bombs isn’t he

…I knew it 

Wait no ones noticed these kids screaming bomb on the train?

I am so confused by the motivation pretty sure this means my theories are wrong damn 

Sick burn Ran lol 

Wow this whole diverting sequence is seriously dramatic and I love it 

Poor Ran she’s getting stood up 

The bridge! The architect doesn’t want to blow up that bridge because he’s actually happy with that work! That would fit with my previous theory 

Ok shiratori is being kind of suspicious. Kinda confirms my theory tho 

Conan dude that suggestion was not subtle at all  

Ok now what Mori has said it’s someone else I’m more convinced than ever it’s the architect 

Ok there’s a lot of emphasis being placed on him lighting the pipe same as the beginning 

Ok did the dad steal his kids designs or did he steal his dad’s?? Probably the latter 

Was I actually on to something with the pipe????

Uh new theory he’d bombing all the architecture that doesn’t fit the New Tama symmetrical city to try and get the building approved after the Mayors arrest 

Just saw the architect has a painting of a horse above the fireplace I don’t know why that’s amusing to me 

Mori you are so wrong it’s funny as hell 

That reaction was funny as hell 

It’s kind of creepy how the architect is just standing and staring down 

Go after him Shiratori hell yeah 

So the skyscraper in the tile only shows up in the last 20 minutes 

I was actually right with my theory?? Kind of. I got the reason he wanted Kudo to take the case wrong(it was revenge) but the motivation behind the bombing and who was bombing them was correct. 

Ok but now that it’s been proven it had nothing to do with the case, why was he so interested in the date it’s a little bit creepy ngl 

Oh damn the bombs actually went off that’s a lot of power 

Ok wow this dude is an asshole 

Wait he wanted to know about the date so he could plant a huge bomb that would kill Ran and Shinichi wtf 

Ok Ran is taking this very well wow she’s cool 

I wonder what everyone else in the lobby is thinking right now 

Wait did they do it wrong. Wait nvm that’s someplace else 

Seeing Kogoro so worried about Ran is kind of heartwarming, although the circumstances aren’t great 

Oh god it’s the classic red wire blue wire 

My bet is on red wire. It’s Ran’s favorite color and the couples lucky color for the month 

Bruh wtf is with this edgy commentary from the architect about love you’re such a loser Christ.I’m getting a bit heated haha 😅

Not the happy Birthday this is really sad 

We’ll be together when we die??? What the hell this is depressing but kinda sweet 

I just realized I started off a bunch of my comments with ok so. It’s not important or anything I just noticed that while reading through. I’d give this movie a 7/10. There were some interesting parts and it was fun theorizing but there are still some things I’m confused about. Why did he accept Conan as a detective? Why did he provide clues to the bombs??? If the motive was revenge wouldn’t it be better to have Shinichi fail? Maybe I missed something idk.

[thesupreme316]

Could I request a HOOK Valentine’s Day smut and or fic?

Partition (Hook x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive (failed), Comedy (fail)

Summary: What happens when Hook forgets it's Valentine's Day and your anniversary?

Word Count: 1,585

Supreme Speaks: hehe, so this was supposed to be uploaded by Valentine's day (my bad). anywhoosies, thank you to @hookerforhook for the request, I hope you and everyone else enjoy it. also, it's my first time doing something suggestive (cause i don't write smut) but please lemme know if it's good. ALSO ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, failed suggestive and comedic content

Taglist (if you wanna be apart of it, lemme know): @hookerforhook @triscillal @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @diabloguapos @wwenhlimagines

“You seriously don’t know what day it is?” You looked into his eyes to see if he was lying or not.

“It’s Tuesday.”

You rolled your eyes, groaned, and stomped away from your boyfriend of three months, Tyler.

Tyler was, for lack of better words, stoic. Sometimes too stoic for your liking. To the world, he appeared cold and careless. However, within the three months (and even before) of your relationship, Tyler always showed affection and his softer side to you, whether people were around or not. He was able to remember little, almost unrecognizable, habits and details about you. Like how you chew with the right side of your mouth, when you get nervous that you tap your fingers against your neck, or how your favorite color is a particular shade and not the whole range of the color. He knew so much about you, yet, he couldn’t remember today’s date.

It was Valentine’s Day.

Not only was it Valentine’s Day….

It was your 3 month anniversary…And this dude forgot it.

To some, 3 months is not a major thing, but to you, every anniversary/celebration is important. Just like for other girls and or couples, today was special for you, or at least it was supposed to be. You just don’t know it wasn’t special enough to Tyler, who literally (not literally) kept hinting for you to go out with him 3 months ago.

Was it you? Maybe you didn’t push the occasion to him enough. Then again, he doesn’t like people repeating themselves or people pushing concepts on him. Maybe he wasn’t a Valentine’s Day kind of guy. Or maybe he has bad memories of Valentine’s Day. Whatever the reason, it didn’t excuse him from missing an important occasion.

Bitterly chuckling, you kept walking to your hotel room and kept trying to tell yourself that he probably has something planned. Opening the door, you saw the presents you got for your forgetful boyfriend sitting on your bed. That sight broke you, here you got him the things that he had his eyes on and you got nothing.

You quickly sat the presents on the table before flopping on your bed face first. Now you were completely over today. You were conflicted about the reason and it just dampen your mood. In the middle of your sulking, you didn’t notice the door opening for your roommate to walk in.

“Girl, I leave you for like 15 minutes and you’re already in distress.” Willow jokingly said. You, with slightly red eyes, look up to find Willow and Ruby. “Honey, what’s wrong?” Willow said, rubbing your back.

“Tyler forgot about today.” You quietly replied

“Honestly, maybe he just thinks you already know how much he loves you and thought he didn’t have to do anything,” Willow said shrugging

“It’s our three-month anniversary.”

“Oh, he’s a dumbass.” Ruby sat on the floor as Willow kicked her shin. “Ow, what? It’s probably true. Man eats chips on a daily.”

Willow rolled her eyes before saying, “I’m sure that he didn’t mean to forget. He probably has a lot on his plate with the title and going against The firm.”

You wiped your eyes, before slightly nodding. It was like you were trying to convince yourself more than the two women in your room. “You’re right. Hopefully, he has something planned for us, like a surprise or something. But let’s change the subject,” you started, “What are you guys doing today?”

Ruby, not looking up from her phone, scoffed, “Willow’s been trying to show me the so-called magic of Valentine’s Day. It’s not working.”

“She just hates seeing people happy.”


“No, I hate seeing corny couples happy. Y/N and Hook are not corny, so I wish them well.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your friends’ complex and clashing viewpoint: Ruby hates the aesthetic of Valentine’s Day but wants to see you happy (and knows the basic components of relationships). Willow on the other wants to see everyone happy. You were happy to have friends like them, to give you multiple perspectives and pieces of advice. “Okay, well since you’re not doing anything, do you wanna have a Galentine’s Day? We can go to Build-A-Bear or something.”

As you were gonna answer, Ruby cut you off, “No! I hate kids!”

Willow shouted back, “You hate everyone!”

“Not you guys!”

Before you could break up the soon-to-be argument, there was a knock at the door. Ruby got up and opened the door to see Darius and Dante Martin standing there, who happens to be two of Tyler’s best friends.

“Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!” Dante said entering the room with his brother.

Darius’ eyes widened at the sight of you, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be out already?”

Ruby rolled her eyes before saying, “No, your best friend doesn’t remember what today is.”

“Yeah, go ask your little friend,” Willow said while rubbing your back.

“No, Hook told us tha-“ Darius started before Dante covered his mouth. You raised an eyebrow as the brothers went to a corner and whispered to each other. It was never like Dante to cut his brother off. And it was never like them to keep a secret from you (especially when it concerns Tyler). Your eyes shifted between them as they started making their way toward the door. “Sorry! We’ll be sure to talk to him! Okay, you guys bye!” Darius quickly said as Dante pushed him out of the door.

Frustrated, you fell back on the bed and asked Willow and Ruby to leave you out of today’s plans. You just wanted to be alone with your thoughts. As Ruby dragged your roommate out, the only thing you could think about was Tyler: how you wished he was here, wishing that he remembered, and what you guys would do if he remembered. This entire time, you were trying to keep your hopes (hoping that he’ll pull through, especially when Dante and Darius showed up) but at this moment, you started to accept that today was going to be a regular day.

As you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, there was a knock at the door. Groaning, you opened the door but found no one at the door. But instead, two bags with a note attached. You picked them up before reading the note.

Sweetheart,

Of course, I wouldn’t forget about tonight. Put these on and get ready for a night you can’t forget.

Tyler

Your mood went from sad to happy in a matter of seconds. You squealed and immediately shut the door, dashing to the bathroom. In one bag was a beautiful black dress that you had your eye on for the past few weeks. In the other bag was a pair of shoes that were sold out for as long as you had them in your cart. Your smile grew larger, as you began to put on the dress. It was a perfect fit, hugging your body beautifully. Hook really knew you. You did your makeup (that complimented your eyes and skin tone) before quickly styling your hair.

As you were finishing up the final details of your look, there was a knock at the door. You ran to the door and opened it to reveal your boyfriend in a black tuxedo in all-white sneakers, holding two bouquets of roses (one in red and the other in your favorite color). Whether wearing a suit or not, Tyler would always refuse to wear dress shoes. You smiled up at him (even with heels, you were still shorter than him), “I actually thought you forgot.”

“I’m offended at the amount of faith you have in me,” Tyler said with a fake pout. He presented the flowers to you, pushing them in your hands. “I would never forget something so important, sweetheart.” He kissed you on the cheek before stepping inside the hotel room. You closed the door and put the flowers down as Tyler continued, “Look, I’m sorry that I made you upset. Dante and Darius came to me and told me how sad you were. I just needed more time to ensure everything was perfect tonight.”

Your eyes sparkled at the confession, “For me?”

Tyler smirked before stepping closer and giving you a sweet kiss, “You deserve it. Only the best.” He gave you another kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Happy 3-month anniversary.”

“Is this the start of your apology?” You asked, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk

“I was hoping the dress and shoes were.”

You backed up and did a twirl, showing off your outfit. “I think so, you’re doing an okay job so far. I look amazing.”

Tyler nodded, “You look gorgeous, babe. But I think you would look better beneath me.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, grazing your lips. “Don’t you?” He whispered.

“I agree with you, baby.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But I think, you should be on your knees and giving me that apology right now. Don’t you?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with a hint of lust and mischief in your eyes.

Slightly chuckling, Tyler leaned down to give you a long yet passion-filled kiss. He then descended onto the floor in front of you, on his knees. He lifted your right leg and kissed your ankle, “I couldn’t agree more, sweetheart.”

Let’s just say, you two didn’t make it to the reservations that Tyler made that night.

[aut1sm-mess]

“The dragon and the carnation”

My very first fanfic that I am not completely ashamed of YAY!

Modern! Au where Heiji and fowler are just gay old men that live together

It has elements of whump, sickness (flu mostly), and self-neglect.

Idk how to put stuff on Ao3 but I will probably put this on Wattpad soon. Word count: 1056

Usually, Heiji Shindo gets up at around 5:30 in the morning; This is because getting up early allows him to get ready for the day before everyone else.

Today, was not one of those days.

In fact, it was one of the rare occasions where Abijah fowler was, awake, almost an hour before Heiji. That was definitely a sign that something was wrong. Around 7:00, Heiji dazedly and shakily walked out of their shared room, his head pounding. “You’re up late~”, said fowler as he watched Heiji pour himself some coffee. Again, an uncommon occurrence for Heiji as he usually made a cup of his favourite genmaicha (a tea made using leaves and puffed rice).

Heiji grumbled after he took a sip. And Abijah took this as a chance to tease him, “oooh, Heiji, yeh don’t look too hot. Heh..”

“Oh, FUCK OFF, FOWLER!” Fowler was stunned at this sudden snap, “TODAY IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR….*coughs* BULLSHIT!…. I’m fine….” “Sorry..”, yelling at his husband really worsened Heiji’s already sore throat. And the fact that he overreacted to Abijah’s innocent enough teasing really guilted him.

“Babe,” Abijah took a second to stare Heiji right in the eyes “if you’re not feeling well, you can tell me,” “because by looks of it, you should be in bed”. Heiji felt shame at the thought of seeming weak in front of Fowler. “No, honey, I’m *sniffles* fine,” “you don’t need to worry about me” He smiled weakly to try and make it seem like it’s all good. Abijah wasn’t buying any of that, but sighed as he didn’t have the energy that morning to protest this. And stared out the kitchen window looking at the snowy, icy weather outside and sighed again.

Heiji made his way over to their room and into the walk-in closet to take off his pyjamas and put on his clothes. He took them off and noted how his body was weak. Sore as if he’d done some sort of heavy labour. Every part of his form felt heavy and cold, like lead… After putting on his kimono and pants, he recounted a mental to-do list of things he had to do that day:

- Walk over to whole foods (important, they just got in some artisan cheese and olives that Abijah would beg to have.)

- Place an order for new ceramic tools, clay and 2 new colours of glaze (very important, he recently received an order for an ornate vase that it’s important to get to work on ASAP)

- Clean up his pottery studio

- Put a special hand-built teapot in the kiln for a bisque fire

- And then, finally, rest…

The first thing seemed easy enough; walking 0.8 kilometres to whole foods. He forgot a key element of this walk. It was about -2 degrees Celsius and Heiji, not wanting to make it take longer, purposely didn’t bundle up.

He made his way to the front door and just when he was about to leave, Abijah said, “Heiji, love, it’s freezing out there! You can’t go out in that!” He said this genuine concern for Heiji. “Don’t say I didn’t warn yeh..” Heiji, flustered, walked out and sighed. He instantly felt the million-needle feeling of the icy air outside. His breath hitched, it went shallow because it hurt to breathe deeply, and his face stung. “It’s not a far walk. Don’t be a baby. You’ll be fine, dumbass” Heiji thought, “sick days are for kindergarteners..” With reluctance, he started walking; pretty sure that he looked fine. In reality, he most definitely looked like he’s dying to anyone who saw him.

“Finally, I’m fucking here,” he whispered under his breath. Canvas tote bag in hand, he put on a surgical mask that he had in his pocket. And made his way over to the whole foods olive bar; “Yum!” Heiji thought as he saw the new kind of both manzanilla and Nyon green & black European olives. “I really hope he likes these.~” He packaged them and put them in his tote. And made his way over to the artisan cheese area. While he was there-“COUGH! HACK, COUGH!” His chest felt tight & sore and his abdomen felt stabby. His face turned red as he saw the people around look at him with worry and apprehension and confusion.

Heiji sheepishly smiled and turned away feeling worse than he already had been. Partially because of embarrassment and the fact that he sounded like he hacked out a lung. But also because he was thinking about what Abijah said and how it definitely true. So, he made a logical-seeming plan. He picked up the god-forsaken truffle Brie, paid for his stuff and got the hell out of there. He used his last millimetre of energy to walk back to their manor. It was warm inside the store and he had acclimated to it and thus, felt that familiar million-needle sensation when he walked out.

Whilst walking, he felt like the earth was pulling him down and his walking was laboured. “Ugh, I wish I had the energy to speed walk, then I could get out of this horrible weather,” he said under his breath “almost home, Heiji, almost home…”

Walking up to his house, Heiji felt a ringing in his ears and his steps faltered. His knees buckled, his rolled back and then…. Thud!

Abijah heard the loud noise, walked out the door and his curiosity quickly turned to shock. “Hm…OH!…Heiji no..no!” He quickly scooped him up into his arms “Heiji, you old fool!”

“God, my head is fucking pounding…,” Heiji thought this as he regained consciousness. “Oh..”, he mumbled “I’m really damn stupid”…

Fowler saw that Heiji had woken up and immediately ran up to him and slapped him in the face. “Heiji, you fool!” “I…I was so worried about you and what did you do?! Go outside and pass out!” Heiji was still delirious, so Abijah reprimanding him felt like part of a weird dream, “Abijah….” He said using all his strength “I’m sorry…I..I,” Abijah stopped him. “HUSH!” “Honey, while you disappointed me by your self-neglect, I forgive you. Now let me take care of you *mwah*.”

WOw first fic where I utilised my above-average English language skills. HOPE YOU LIKED IT SLUTS

[nemmennem]

Male Teen Reader x Creepypasta [ch. 2]

"i-i-i think i will go with you" you said, your words trembling and your body still shaking in toby's hug

"Oh shit i just gaslightd them into becoming creepypasta" toby thaugh

yes... he indeed manipulated you into becoming creepypasta

"you can relax now kid, there is nothing to stress about" toby said ruffling your hair " you remind me of jeff"

"the killer?"

"ye, your hair look like him and you are little pale, oh, and how old are you and what's your name?"

you had black curly hair that reached your shoulders and you were slightly pale, but that was probably because of fear

"I'm 15, and my name is Victor"

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"let's end this nice chat and get down to more serious matters, first of all, are you aware that you have to abandon all your family and friends? oh no, wait, they are dead after all, sorry I forgot, and secondly you have to take all the important slash personal stuff, things like I don't know, family photos, normal clothes, weapons and preferably everything fits into some kind of backpack"

"ok, just give me a minute"

"if anything I'll be waiting at the front door, do not think about running away"

you began to pack, you packed some clothes, some books, a family album, your own shampoo, you left the room and took one last look at the friendly walls,you took your father's holster and ammunition tucked into your jacket pocket, the bag was thrown on your back and you left, the first thing you saw was a happy toby

"you don't even know how glad I am that you chose to stick with us"

you started walking in a direction known only toby, it was quiet, neither you nor toby made a sound while you walked, until toby broke the grave silence

""you are aware that in the place we are going there is more, you know…. people, as if to put it nicely, harmed by life more than others? I'm not saying that they are worse, or emotionally unstable, but be ready to change the ways of perceiving people and expect to collide with a wall, you are the youngest person to join our group, I am not saying there will be pressure on you, but there will be people who will not like it, remember that I am with you if you need me... well and now formal matters, creepypastas are divided into three ranks, proxi, the highest ranks, we perform more important tasks and manage easier missions, half proxi, are in the middle, perform more important tasks but manage none, at the very bottom there are ordinary pastas, they perform the tasks assigned to them, this is the rank you will get… if the boss agrees, of course"

there was an awkward silence between the two of you

"the problem is that my boss may not agree to you joining… I know, I know, i should have told you about it right away and please don't ask what will happen if he doesn't agree"

oh shit.mp4

"oh, we're already here"

In front of you was a large mansion, a very fancy mansion, you felt a strange sensation, as if someone was entering your head. Toby walked to the door and with a friendly wave of his hand, invited you inside... its even more fancy inside, literal deffinition of classical luxury mansion

"Oh masky!"

"... No no no, how? how did you get him to join us!?"

"Masky has a problem again"

"with?"

"toby"

"I'm gonna see what is it about this time?"

"Hey guys, what went wrong this time?..... is that a teen?" said the legend himself

"jeff the killer?" you asked

"yep, that's me" jeff said proudly

Jeff then shook my hand

"wow, you would really convince a child to become one of us, I guess you have my respect, and you, what's your name?"

"victor"

"no alias?"

"I haven't thought about it yet"

Jeff snapped his fingers

"V? something from the name but not being the name, unlike more than half of the pastes that simply used the name and an additional adjective, I was the first so I could"

"i'll think about it"

"Thank you for considering my proposal"

"Jeff, what was it all about? It takes you a long time to "check" what's going on" teen? or not tall adult joined conversation, he wore... pretty much 1:1 link cosplay "New pasta? and it's teen! Do you have any gamesens?"

" I guess?"

"oh god in heaven thank you for a person who is a creepypasta and isn't old... oh and im ben"

he then left laughing with joy

"typical ben" said jeff " he will won't leave you alone, it's pretty late you know"

"I was going to introduce him to slender" said toby "and get him key to his room"

"good luck" jeff said and went his way

"this will not go well" said masky

"dont stress about it"

you two went up the stairs (masky went to his room).you stood in front of a large wooden door, needless to say it was pretty, Toby entered and you went after him, there he was... slenderman, you knew him

"hey boss" toby said and bowed

"hello" you said and bowed

"soo boss... i wanted to"

"yes he can join us, i can read minds toby"

"oh... that's all?"

"yes, Victor, your offical introduction with presence of other proxy's will be tomorrow, i hope toby will help you prepare to that, right?"

"of course sir"

"now just go to your room and sleep well"

you just stood there awkwardly, and then you left with toby

"that was fast" you said

"yeah, it was, i will show you where is your room and then leave you alone to allow you to get used to your new surroundings"

"ok"

with this words your first day in slender man mansion ended

----------------[ NEXT DAY ]---------------

new day, new you, you woke up at 6 am, you may have woken up in a new place but your sleeping habits remain the same, you got up and did your daily routine (each room had a bathroom)

"Should I leave?" you thought "well, only a handful of pasties recognize me, others will probably think I'm a burglar and kill me on the spot. Fuck it, I'm leaving"

you left your room and you decided to wander around the mansion, your main goal was to find someone you knew and stick with them for your safety, you had your gun of course

"hmm?"

you stopped reading the book

"Whose steps were those, they seem light, Ben sleeps until breakfast so it can't be him, Hey, he gets up early but his steps are heavy, maybe someone broke in? this needs to be checked"

you wanted to walk down the stairs when strong arm hooked you by neck, you also felt knife at your throat

"be quiet and maybe we'll reach an agreement" a femine voice spoke

you remained silent and the person speaking threw you into some dark room. Due to the force of the throw, you fell to the floor, in entrance of the room stood woman she had black wavy shoulder-length hair, a black sweater and black and white buggy pants. The detail that made her stand out was her white mask

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Sorry for all grammar errors

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Come Back to Me

Oh the appreciation I have for that gif, lord have mercy! 🥵 I’ll gladly lick those lips for him. Anyway….

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a gun, knife to the readers throat, reader peeking at an application for employment (probably illegal but oh well)

Word Count: 1.8k-ish

A/N: Based off the prompt “Don’t listen to that voice in your head, listen to mine.” Sent in by my lovely Lisa @music-indie-tv thank you, love for sending in this ask, I just can’t seem to keep them at 1K (it’s really hard! 😂) thank you for following me and I’m sorry it’s taking me a little while to get through these, it’s harder than it sounds. I always appreciate you reading my fics for Mr. Russo and leaving comments, I hope you like it!

Billy sat behind his desk, file folders piled on either side of him, the purple circles under his eyes showed he hadn't slept much in the past week.

The folders contained all of the information for the new recruits, their applications for employment at ANVIL, and the results of their mental evaluations. This was a very busy time for Billy, it was a lot of information to go over in such a short amount of time.

On your way up to Billy’s office, you ran into Frank.

“Tread lightly, kid. Your boyfriend is in a MOOD!” Frank said.

You cracked a slight smile. “I live with him, Frank. Of course I know he’s in a mood.” A little laugh escaped your lips. “Is he really busy? I brought him a coffee.”

Frank smirked at your comment. “Yeah you may wanna give that to me, I can give it to him, sweetheart. I forgot he can be an absolute bear during new recruit time.”

Frank wasn’t wrong, Billy had been a little on edge lately. The past few nights he had taken work home with him and it was hard to get near him while he was working. He could be a real grouch but after being with Billy for awhile, you had learned how to deal with it.

“I brought him his favorite cookies too.” You said as you shook the bag.

Frank eyed the bag as you were shaking it. “You don’t happen to have an extra cookie in there for me, do ya?” He asked.

“You know I do.” You extended your arm and motioned for Frank to take one out of the bag.

“Well good luck, kid. You know where I am if you need back up.” He laughed a little as he took a bite of his cookie and walked back to his desk.

The door to Billy’s office was closed, most times he kept it open a crack but he must be really busy if it’s closed all the way so you knocked.

Billy’s voice boomed from the other side of the door. “Yeah, WHAT?! Frankie, I thought I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Carefully, you peeked your head in and took in the sight of Billy with his hair slightly messed up, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his empty lunch containers at the far end of his desk.

“I come bearing gifts, handsome.” You held out the coffee and the bag of cookies in front of you.

Billy sat straight up in his chair, horrified at the way he just snapped at you. “Y/n! Shit, baby I am SO sorry, I didn’t mean to–I thought it was Frankie again. He keeps bugging me about the applicants that are in the conference room, it’s time to tell them who’s in and who’s out.”

It was always tough for Billy to let people go, sometimes they just weren’t the right fit or something about them didn’t sit right with him or Frank, or both. He only wanted the best working for him and he couldn’t have anyone on his team that could possibly jeopardize missions.

“Ok well I know you’re busy so I’ll just–” You walked over to Billy’s desk to set his coffee and cookies down. “I’ll just put these here and give you this…” You brushed his beard with your thumb and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips then tried to walk away but Billy grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you into his lap.

He stared at you like he hadn't actually looked at you in days, which was more accurate than you wanted to admit but Billy’s work was important to him and sometimes it was best if you just stayed away or didn’t say much while he was working.

Those files needed his full attention and it was important that he didn’t miss anything in someone’s evaluation that could be a potential liability.

He touched his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, his hands cupped your face as he opened his endless dark brown eyes and leaned forward to kiss you.

One of his hands dropped from your face to the back of your neck to hold you close, you felt like he never wanted to let you go. His tongue parted your lips, giving him access to your mouth and letting your tongue entangle with his, you didn’t want to let him go either.

“I’m sorry I’ve been working so much lately, sweet girl. It’s just–” Billy said.

You interrupted him. “Ssshhh ssshhh, Billy it’s ok, my love. It’s ok, really. I understand, I do.” You looked around at the folders on his desk, they were everywhere and you could tell that he probably needed a break. “Look, I know you and I know when you need a break, so why don’t you get up and go to the conference room and do what you and Frank need to do. Tell the fresh meat who goes and who stays.”

Billy smiled, his tired eyes looked at you, he knew you were right. “You’re right, baby. But there’s one person I’m still on the fence about. His service record is great, diagnosed with PTSD but is on medication to help with it. I can’t shake the fact that there’s something I’m missing though.”

You looked down at the file he had open. “Is it this one, Billy?” You pointed at the file.

Billy was rubbing the tired out of his eyes. “Yeah that’s the one…” He said as he let out a loud exhale.

“Well, this says he’s had four jobs in the past year. I’m no expert but I’d say that not being able to hold down a job might be a bit of a red flag, right? He may have an alcohol or drug problem.” You stated.

He squeezed your cheeks together and kissed you on the forehead. “That’s it, that’s what I missed, you shouldn’t be looking at that but that is a red flag. Ah, now comes the part of my job that I hate, I gotta tell this kid that ANVIL isn’t the place for him.”

“I’m sorry, handsome. That’s probably really hard for you.” You said as you scraped your fingernails against Billy’s scalp and kissed him on the cheek. “But if it’s not a good fit, it’s not a good fit. You know what you have to do.”

“Yeah you’re right, ok I better get up there before Frankie comes down here again, beatin’ down the door. You can come up if you want and watch from behind the double sided mirror.” Billy bit down on his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows at you, he wanted you to come watch him work. How could you say no?

You followed close behind as Billy walked towards the conference room full of potential new recruits, some would make the cut and some wouldn’t and you were a little excited about watching your boyfriend work.

The way Billy commanded that room full of people was mesmerizing and the emotion in his voice when he thanked them all for their service to their country was powerful and inspiring. But what made your heart soar was when he hung back to talk to the recruits that didn’t make the cut, you couldn’t hear what he was saying but it made you proud regardless.

One of them in particular, Billy walked out of the conference room with, his hand patting his shoulder, you heard words of encouragement coming from him. You guessed he must have been the one Billy was on the fence about, he was young, and he looked upset.

Billy offered to try and find him help if he needed it and maybe he could apply to ANVIL again once he held down a job for at least a year. You smiled at Billy and he smiled back, everything that happened after that smile was a complete blur.

All of a sudden there was a knife at your throat and your arm was pinned behind your back. The kid Billy had been talking to was now holding a blade to your neck, your heart was racing and he was trying to back out of the room slowly with you as his human shield while Billy had his gun aimed at him.

“Let her go, Max! Drop the knife and let her go.” Billy shouted.

Tears welled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. “Billy?!”

“Shut up!” Max yelled in your ear. “You couldn’t give me a chance, huh Mr. Russo?!! All I wanted was a chance, this meant everything to me! Well now I’m going to take something that means everything to you!”

As he gripped your arm, Max’s knife pressed against your throat, you could tell it had cut you slightly, and a tiny amount of blood dripped down the front of your neck. Billy’s face full of rage, he knew he couldn’t get a clear shot at Max.

Frank had crept up behind Max but he was fully aware of his surroundings and that Frank was behind him but he did not see the pen that was on the floor. It caused him to lose his concentration as he stepped on it, allowing Frank to push you out of the way, knock the knife away from Max and pin him to the floor.

As quickly as he hit the floor, Billy was hovering over Max with his gun pointed directly at his forehead. “I oughta kill you right now, you held a knife to my girl’s throat.” Billy said through gritted teeth with his finger on the trigger.

“BILLY!! Stop!” You yelled at him. “Billy, listen to me!”

Even Frank tried to get through to Billy. “Don’t do it, Bill! Don’t…put it down.”

“Billy! Max needs help! You can get him the help he needs!” Your voice was ringing in his ears, trying to get through to him. “Billy, don’t listen to that voice inside your head, listen to mine! Billy, please put the gun down.”

Billy closed his eyes, lowered his weapon and walked away. His eyes were glassy, and he was breathing heavily as he pulled you into his chest. “Are you alright? You’re bleeding…” He tilted your chin up towards him to look closely at the cut on your neck.

“Shit, I’m so so sorry, y/n.” Billy looked like he wanted to punch something as he held his suit jacket against your throat to stop the bleeding. “He should be dead for what he did to you. I don’t know what I would have done if he had–” He couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought.

Calmness was always something Billy responded well to. “But he didn’t, my love. He didn’t. And you didn’t either.” You said softly. “You didn’t either.”

“I wanted to though. But your voice brought me back.” He said.

Through your tears, his words brought a smile to your face.

“I’ll always bring you back, Billy. Always.”

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Character voice

Thanks to @elsie-writes here, @elizaellwrites here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, and @willtheweaver here.

Rules: rewrite a given line in your OCs' voices!

Got long, under the cut :)

"I've got a headache."

Lexi: "Oh, man I got a headache. Well, that's what ibuprofen is for. Time to go out to a crowded bowling alley!"

Maddie: "I've felt worse. I'll be fine." (Is dizzy)

Ash: "I have felt worse before. Maybe I should use those probing devices :)" (bad idea)

Gwen: (if she has nothing to do) "I should probably go lie down. I don't feel good." (If she does) "I feel terrible, but I'll push through. For [person]."

Robbie: "Pfft I'll be fiiiine don't worry about it! I have braved through more before!" (Is later seen lying down)

Akash: "No need to worry about me. I'll take some Tylenol and be okay."

Jedi: "I will be alright. We have medication for a headache." *Injects himself with some over the counter drugs*

Carmen: "Everyone BE QUIET I have a headache!"

Everyone is so healthy here (:

Prompt: Uh oh, you forgot to do something very important!

Lexi: "Oh no! I forgot!?? How??" *flips frantically through her color-coded planner* "I couldn't have forgotten to write it down.... it's not possible...it has to be here somewhere..."

Maddie: "I did? Whoops."

Ash: "Oh. Sorry. Uh, guess I'll try and remember next time."

Gwen: "Oh my gosh I am so sorry I forgot!! I've been under so much stress lately... It won't happen again. What can I do for you to help?"

Robbie: "Oh SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT--" *scrambles around trying to get it done in five seconds*

Akash: "WHAT?! Shit, there's no way I forgot... Guess I did, huh. What is wrong with me? This is why I write stuff down... Oh, um, sorry I forgot, man. Uhh hey is there any way I can make this up to you? Like now? Cause this may haunt me."

Jedi: "Oh, I am terribly sorry... It must be sleep deprivation... I apologize, I will go do that now."

Carmen: *borderline panic attack, likely kicks or punches something*

"Where are we? How did we get here?"

Perfect for TSP actually

Lexi: "Wait, what just happened? Everything just simultaneously changed. The temperature and humidity levels are different. I must be dreaming." (Anxious)

Maddie: "Woah that was super weird. Where do you think we are? (Excited and curious)

Ash: "What-- that isn't possible...but it clearly is... what happened?" (Is also genuinely curious)

Gwen: "Woah. How did we get here? It's... admittedly cool here. Beautiful even."

Robbie: "Holy shit, where are we?! Did I blackout? Or was I just walking and not paying attention so much I took a wrong turn?"

Akash: "Dude...what happened? Did we take a wrong turn? I don't think we did - I was paying attention."

Jedi: "Well... *looks around and pokes at the map on his tablet* it appears this map was not as straightforward as I assumed. I frankly have no idea how we got here. I suppose we are lost. Well, if we must be here, let us survey the area and collect data." (This is what I call the Star Trek Voyager method)

Carmen: "Who gave me wrong directions?! There is no way I possibly got lost. Who can tell me in precise detail how we got here?!"

"I don't have enough curse words for how much you pissed me off."

This one was harder than I thought because most of these guys don't get cold angry, but I'll try.

Lexi: "I have a pretty large vocabulary. I know all the synonyms for, like, every curse word. But I don't think that I know enough for you!"

Maddie: "Hm. I'm not sure I can think of enough curse words that can describe how I feel toward you. Like, none of them work."

Ash: "I would love to cuss you out, but nothing is accurately describing how mad I just got."

Gwen: "I'm not exactly one for swearing, and I'm really pissed that I can't use any cuss word in English, Spanish, or Italian because you're making me so angry."

Robbie: "Bro, I have the most creative swears I know, and even I can't think of one you deserve."

Akash: "Y'know you're pissing me off so much that I literally cannot think of a good enough swear for you."

Jedi: "I will have you know that I am not one for expletives, and I see that this is because I have never been able to find one that quite describes how I am feeling toward people like you."

Carmen: "I would love for you to see how angry I am, but unfortunately you're such an irritating idiot that I cannot find a single swear in my vocabulary that can accurately depict that fury!"

"You want me to eat that?"

Lexi: "Oh, you want me to eat this? Um, that's...fine, thank you.... Y'know I actually ate a lot earlier, and I don't think you want me to eat anything else...thanks though. Really thoughtful of you."

Maddie: "I don't want to eat that."

Ash: "No offense, but I'm not going to like this."

Gwen: "It was very sweet of you to think of me, but I don't actually like [ingredients]. Yeah...sorry. I feel bad, can I do anything for you?"

Robbie: *long exhale* "Look, man, I know you worked really hard on this. And...yeah it's awesome for you to uh....do this. But...I don't think you want me to eat that."

Akash: "That food looks interesting. Oh, you want me to eat that? Umm. Okay..."

Jedi: "It would...be my pleasure to eat this. However, I am afraid I don't quite like this meal."

Carmen: "Why would you want me to eat that? It's gross."

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